6.1.09-Evolve

[Archangel]

Name: Katie

Appearance: She remains completely nude, but really it doesn't bother her, so she decides not to wear any clothes at all. Her skin appears a little grayer than before, and she seems a bit heavier than she was. Plus, because of the radiation effects, she has no problem keeping her little body warm anymore...

Items: None yet. While she may pick up a bag and some food later on, as of now she has nothing.

Radiation Effects: Basically, Katie has been physically adjusted by the radiation. Her skin is much thicker, and much stronger, making it like a suit of armor around her which protects her from blows. Her bones have become infinitely denser, making them almost unable to break, even the smallest bones are like reinforced steel. And her muscles have developed to increased, incredible levels for one her size. She has the physical power of the world's strongest man stored into her tiny body, making her appear weak but in actuality she is stronger than any of the others. Not Superman-strong, but definitely much stronger than average.

[Anna Molly™]

Name: Calypso BKA Misty

Appearance: Nothing much has changed with the one and only prostitute, Misty. The back of her head is a little caked with blood, making her hair somewhat sticky. She has a few scratches, the most noticeable abrasion being the bruise across her back. Its healing but still fleshy…sorta exposed. She has the same shirt although a little cleaner and a pair of jeans, belts, and boots along with a bag in her hands. Her face is a little scrubby from the apocalypse and her hands could be cleaner but hey, she’s just happy she’s not dead.

Items:
G-14: [/b]Government grown pot ‘borrowed’ off the dead body of a former associate. She’s currently waiting for the perfect opportunity to light it up, in a bit of a fear of using her sporadic and freaky lighter.
Lighter: Once normal, post apocalypse, the platinum blue lighter has gained a mind of its own, the initials tending to glow every so often. It lights when it wants, the flame either barely there or large beyond belief. Even stranger than its sudden erratic nature is the lighter fluid doesn’t seem to burn out at all…
Black backpack: It appears to be a normal bag on the outside but for some reason, it’s able to hold an infinite amount of items. It never gets full, and it never seems heavy…well, not in Misty’s hands. But swung towards {insert person/creature} it can pack quite a wallop depending on what's inside…
MP3 player: Normal, stolen, and running on half power. Nothing special with this
Envelope: A white envelope inside her bag, its contents are unknown to Misty, she not having the nerve to open it as of yet. But again, its nothing holding powers or freaky abilities


Radiation Effects: [/u]A little bit bitterer than before the apocalypse, Misty can play the role of copycat, able to mimic other’s voice. She can do the same for moves but it isn’t a lasting effect. However, she doesn’t realize it because she has no motivation to jump into the fray or cause diversionary tactics. Does she hold another ability besides that? Possibly…but because she’s unwilling to become overly passionate or admit she has something akin to a heart, that effect will remain hidden…probably forever -_-


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Misty rubbed at her smarting knee, her expression completely deadpan as she watched the little girl stomp out the store. Her insides were currently twisting in an unholy rage, not at the little girl’s words. She could…almost get over that. It wasn’t even the disturbing tone Katie had taken. But rather, the strike to her knee made her wonder if she’d ever walk again nonetheless screw. Where the fuck are my priorities…for shame, Misty, for shame.

“I really don’t understand it..we found her in a pile of rubble..naked as is…”

Snorting lightly, the prostitute analyzed the boy before, noticing him briefly eye her. They start out sooo young. She tilted her head with a smile, grabbing his hand as she sprung to her feet. Pinching his cheek, she lightly stroked his face. “You’re cute hun,” A chuckle almost escaped her. She dusted herself off, lips curled into a vindictive smile, grey eyes holding a slight malevolence. Massaging the back of her neck, she closed her eyes, murmuring repeatedly to herself. “Just a child, just a child, just a child…” Her racing heartbeat came to a slow, the heat in her cheeks dying down.

Pleased she managed to calm herself without the help of a cigarette; Misty strutted outside, prepared to knock the little girl upside the head once more. Even if Misty received a devastating blow in response, until the little girl behaved herself, she’d continue to do so.

Pushing through the barely standing doorway, Misty faltered in step at the sight before her, it one of the more surprising events of the day…besides the end of the world as she knew it. The little girl that had just finished cursing her, striking her, than doing so much as to call her trash…was sitting by her lonesome, crying her heart out. You’re fucking shitting me! Misty glanced aside, balling up her fist. She drilled her nails into her palm; her first thought being to let the girl cry it out. Closing her eyes tight, she stomped a foot. The idea was tempting…very tempting. But, she had never quite gotten over the small stare shared…the impossible blue eyes on the little girl.

Her mind screamed a multitude of profanities, one certain four letter F word dominating her thoughts the most. Vigorously rubbing her cheeks, Misty rolled her eyes at what her next action would be. Misty quietly made her way to in front of the little girl, crouching down so they were at eye level. She peeked over the little girl’s crying form, making sure the others were still inside. Good… Attention back to Katie, she whispered softly. “Stop crying…” The little girl didn’t look anywhere near stopping. Misty attempted to gently pry Katie’s hands from her face, eventually managing to draw them away from her eyes. She stared to the little girl, conjuring up the warmest expression she’d ever give. “Listen…to me…stop crying, okay? Maybe I shouldn’t have hit you…”

…as softly as I did…

“…but you have to understand something,” Misty ignored her side thought, continuing to stare into the piercing glossy blue of the four year old. She said. “I don’t know where you’re from…or how you were brought up…but out here, in the real world, there’s a…social contract was it?” She narrowed her eyes at the term, unsure if it was correct. Seeing it as insignificant, Misty explained. “There’s an unspoken way people are supposed to act. For example, in a crowded theater, it would be improper for someone to stand up and scream ‘FIRE’. Funny like hell, sure, but idiotic and illogical for one to do. These unspoken rules also apply for adults and children. Adults CAN treat children nicely…if the children do the same in turn,” Noticing a rebellious flare in Katie’s eyes, Misty quirked a brow. “You may pack a hit like a violent ex-boyfriend, but you are still a child hun. I mean, the hitting me in a burst of…”

…childish…

“…anger proved that. Hence why I’m letting it go. Along with the...comment that followed,” Misty closed her eyes, exhaling in order to burn off any leftover rage. Content once her fury sufficiently died down, she turned her eyes back on the child. “But the thing is, you don’t treat elders so nicely and seem to have a superiority complex. And I’m sorry if you might not like what you hear, but I didn’t survive the apocalypse to be treated like a piece of shit by a child. Hell, by anyone for that matter,” She released the girl’s tiny wrists, gently touching her face to the girl’s chagrin. Ignoring Katie’s expression, Misty spoke solemnly, wiping away any remaining tears. “I don’t hate you hun, but if you treat me in a way uncalled for, I’ll be an even bigger bitch than I am now and you WILL hate me,” Her tone suddenly switched from serious to tender. “Though treat me like you should and I’ll treat you properly…two year old body and all.”

Misty wiped Katie’s tears all while she spoke, magnificent grey eyes glued to the ethereal blue watching her. She tried to almost read the girl’s expression, wondering what she would do next, half expecting her to knock her in the stomach. Misty hesitated wiping her cheek at the thought, thumb resting beneath her eye. A strange…emotion began to well up inside the woman. Three words spontaneously burst into mind, Misty jumping back aghast. She shook her head, shakily getting to her feet, not waiting for Katie’s response. “Trippy…”

In a fit of nerves, one hand moved to a cigarette, another to her lighter. She walked a few feet away, cigarette snug between her lips. Flicking the lighter, Misty swore, a fireball erupting from the exit. The flame greedily engulfed her cigarette, singeing the prostitute’s fingers once more. “Shit!” Dropping the ash that was her cigarette, she swiftly popped her fingers into her mouth, losing her patience with the world. Can’t I take…a fucking smoke…without something bad happening?!? She stomped her foot, doing everything within her power to keep composed.

Okay, no smoke, alternate plan. Misty buried a hand inside her backpack, digging around blindly in impatience. Her fingers eventually found their prize, the prostitute pulling out a York peppermint. Unwrapping the candy hastily, she took a bite, mint chocolate coolness helping her some. “Better…” She turned back to the little girl, nibbling lightly on the circular candy.

Now noticing the girl’s indecent exposure, Misty shoved the bar half in her mouth. She dropped her bag to the floor, frowning at the heavy thud the knapsack made. Thinking it to be her imagination, she peeled off her shirt, sticking with her lace bra for the moment. The girl looked her over in ludicrous, Misty throwing the shirt in Katie’s direction. She picked up her bag, easing it over her shoulder. Removing the candy from her mouth, she shrugged. “I’ll be the first to admit its enjoyable walking around in the nude…but not in this particular situation. You can stick with it till we find something better.”

Taking another small bite, Misty walked over to the gas station store. She poked her head through the entrance, looking from Jade to Max. Her eyes finally rested on Jade. She snapped her fingers. “Oh yeah, thanks for saving our arses…but on another note, shouldn’t we be heading out now…?” Misty narrowed her eyes glancing aside. Fuck me…did I say we? Freaked out by her sudden want for companions, she forced nonchalance, raising both brows. “Well?”

[demented]

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah. Was I just hugged? by Katie!? Jades mouth went slightly agape as the small child wrapped her skinny arms around her with suprising strength. In fact, it kinda hurt. Someone take a picture, it's a fucking Kodak moment... Jade pushed the gesture aside to momentary insanity after seeing the girls almost horrified face when she realized what she was doing. Much to Jades dismay, the conversation was altered to Katie and the new woman. Jade watched, horrified as Misty slapped Katie. With widened eyes, Jade watched the encounter between the two, angry at Misty for treating Katie that way. I may have teased her, but theres no need to get physical! With a quirked brow Jade looked the woman over once more, But.. thats probably all the whore is used to. A sick grin twisted on the womans face, and she snorted a little at her inward joke.

Right when Misty had finished blabbing, Katie did something that would puzzle Jade for days. She knocked the woman down. Yes, tiny Katie waled on the prostitute and won. Oh my God. I am fucking dreaming... After Katie stormed out, Jade burst out laughing. The entire scene was just too priceless. She leaned on Max for support and held her stomach, muscles already sore, and this wasn't helping. "Oh man, you should have seen your face!" she gasped in between fits of laughter. Misty left the two of them in the gas station, and Jade would have followed, but she could barely stand and her laughter just wouldn't stop.

In fact, when Misty came back in, Jade had just wiped final tears from her eyes, and taken the deep breath that signaled the end of the laughing attack. The woman was snide, and Jade's mood changed instantly. Her once almost gleeful eyes turned back to sour, bitter pools of brown. "Hmm, funny, seems I suggested that very thing... But I guess you had more important buisness at the time... Like... slapping a four year old." Jade grinned, but the smile held no joy, and hobbled out of the station, walking much improved since the time she first woke up. The small figure of Katie was still hunched over on a curb, and with some effort, Jade lowered herself down to sit next to her.

"Hey runt." She said, her voice a little more affectionate than usual. "I just want you to know that.. what she did in there was wrong. You don't deserve that.. No one does." Jade picked at her fishnets, the entire conversation a little out of the norm for her, but hey, what here wasn't? "Give me a couple of days and I'll kick her ass for you." grinned the woman, trying to lighten the mood, "But after that display in there, I think you could manage fine!" Jade laughed and nudged Katie with her elbow. After a moment, Jade stood once more, and ruffled the small girls hair, pretty sure that Katie would punch her for that if she was in better condition.


Name: Jade Chang

Appearance: A ripped boyfriend beater-now turned belly shirt, a bright orange spandex mini skirt, and some ripped up red fishnets, topped with neon green combat boots reaching just below her knee is this Japanese womans ensamble. Her hair still a little matted, but mostly in tact. Her body seems a little leaner, the body fat percentage (though low to begin with) had dropped, leaving a very chiseled looking woman.

Items:
My best friend Plank-The wooden board that she first beat the shit out of that horrid monster. It seems almost ordinary, but Jade hopes she could maybe form it into a bokken... it does seem strangely plyable...

Tote Bag- Filled with food, water, and other necessities, this is the only other item on Jades person.

Radiation Effects: Jades strength seemed to increase after the meteor shower, her body more chiseled, her speed somewhat better. The most noticeable thing about her, however, is that she seems to know alot about martial arts and fighting suddenly. Seems to.. More like, when in battle Jade doesn't think at all, she just does, and what she does seems to have an effect. Her leg wound, which under normal circumstances, would have caused her to be bedridden and not moving, let alone walking, gets better with every step she takes. Every little bit of pressure she puts on it, the pain lessens, and the wound heals. Jade cannot heal instantly, or even well for that matter, but wounds lose their pain, and are completely healed after a few days, depending on the fatality.

(Note: I'll probably do something with that plank later.)

[Archangel]

Silently, Katie tried to smile at Jade, even when she ruffled her hair. Taking Misty's shirt, she pulled it on over her little naked body, although it really didn't matter to her either way, clothed or unclothed, and she stood up. Standing there, looking up at Jade, she had a lot to think about. Her eyes peered off into the middle distance, a strangely adult look in them, one of intelligence and thoughtfulness. Anyone who looked into those deep pools of blue would be trapped by their gaze, the length and breadth of it, the quiet solitude in it.

Misty was right. She had acted childish. Not that that wasn't expected of her...she was in essence a child. But she was something more. She knew instinctively about ethics, morals, values. Never holding them very highly, and never needing to, she didn't think about them much. But she thought about them now. Treat others as you would want them to treat you. Control yourself, in every emotion, with every heartbeat. Trust in something else, something besides yourself, something deeper and more human. Be who you were meant to be. She knew all these things instinctively, but had never acted on them. Now, now she needed to. If she was to survive out here in this brave new world, she needed these people. She needed to have someone there beside her, to help her when help was needed, and to help when the time arose. She was human, even if she was a freak of nature, and she needed the companionship of other humans to survive in the world.

Maybe they didn't hate her. Maybe...maybe they could grow to like her. They certainly seemed capable of it. She had started off on the wrong foot with everybody, had slipped into a realm of bitchiness she didn't even know existed within her. She had become exactly what she had wanted to become, and exactly what she most feared becoming. Inhuman. She would fix that. She had to. These people, these men and women and boys and girls, these survivors of a holocaust...they were her key to the outside life. If she would only pick them up and use them in the lock, she would get to see what it was really like to live. What it was really like to be human. It was something she had never known, but something she had dreamed for all her life. To be human. Well now...now she had almost blown her chance. She had almost lost the last shred of humanity left in her. And she was determined not to lose it again.

Her eyes refocused, their far-away gaze coming back to normal, even though the depth and beauty of those cerulean pools still inspired awe and fear in those around her. She sighed, then suddenly reached up and took Jade's hand in her own. Rubbing it softly, she spoke quietly, with a lisping voice full of sincerity and something akin to hope.

"I'm...sorry, Jade. I'm really sorry."

With that, she said more than a thousand words could have said. With those simple words, she apologized for everything that she had put the woman through, everything she had done wrong in this new world, everything she was ashamed of. With those words, not only did she apologize to Jade, but she apologized to herself. And that was the deepest apology any person could make.

Letting go of Jade's hand, but smiling at her and beckoning her to follow, Katie approached Misty. She looked up at Misty, who had a strange look in her eyes as she stared down at the young girl, a very odd and unidentifiable look. Then, with a sigh, the little girl took Misty's hand, just like she had done to Jade's. Caressing it softly, and holding it tightly, she spoke with the same sincerity that she had spoken with before, the same complete and utter truthfulness of her new attitude.

"I'm...I'm sorry. I...I didn't mean to hurt you. And...thank you. You've shown me what I did wrong, and you showed me how to be right again. Thank you."

Her tear-streaked face was pale and flushed as she looked up at Misty, and her sincerity could not be doubted. She felt truly sorry for all the stupid things she had done. And she wanted to be on good terms with these people. Letting go of Misty's hand, she stepped back, and spoke to all of them.

"I am ST-003. That is who I am. I was an experiment, a next generation clone gone wrong. Born in a test tube, I was brought into existence with the maturity and mentality of a 32 year old woman, my mother and my clone at the same time, who I never knew. I was created with a personality, an intelligence, and a willpower that no child should ever possess. And I'm not saying this now as an excuse for my behavior. But I'm learning...I'm learning so slowly...what it's like to be a real human. And I...if I'm gonna live out this thing, and be my own person, not just a failed copy of a human...I'm going to need help. I'm going to need a lot of it. So please...please. Won't you help me to become what I always wished I could be?"

She looked at all of their faces, and two lonely tears dripped down her face. Then, quietly, she stepped back into the gas station, found a shopping bag, and began filling it with whatever food she could find in the gas station. She would let them think about it, and then, hopefully, when it was time to leave, she would be able to go with them. That's all she could hope for.

[Anna Molly™]

(ooc: sorry for rushing things along but its all I could come up with :\ I'll modify later if need be....err....Anywho, running late, so ciao!)

“…Won't you help me to become what I always wished I could be?”

Watching the little girl retreat into the store, Misty grew bugged eyed. She shook her head in a silent disbelief. Where am I and what has happened to the world? The whole situation had been strange to begin with, the prostitute inadvertently finding herself in situation after situation. It was unusual her words or comments having an effect on anybody or anything around her. And if they did, it was too small an impact to be noticeable. But to see she had broken through to the four year old…who was actually a thirty two year old mistake of sorts.

“I’m fucking tripping…” murmured Misty beneath her breath. She held her hand over her eyes, nodding at her new theory. It was the only thing that made sense in the now nonsensical new world. Talking to herself, she still shook her head. “Must be it…between walking I lit it up…got higher than a fucking kite…still in the middle of the sidewalk tripping out. Count to myself it’ll go away…” Misty closed her eyes tighter. For the love of God PLEASE let it… She counted to five in her head, opening her eyes as she reached the last numeral.

To her disappointment, but not complete astonishment, she was still in the middle of the desolate gas station with a wounded Japanese chic and a grimy young boy. She widened her eyes, accepting the current situation for what it was. “Okay…this is…right,” Unable to find the proper word for the scenario, she turned sharply on her heel, jutting her head into the barely standing store. She called out to the still packing femme, startling the girl…woman…startling Katie somewhat. Tilting her head, Misty said. “Sorry on that, didn’t mean to sneak up. You wanna hurry a bit though…we can’t exactly leave without you. It’s unethical,” She offered a lopsided grin, one that was actually real. “Besides…you look sorta cute in my top...” Having no idea where her side comment came from, with a tinge of embarrassment, she stepped out of the entrance of the store.

Annoyed with herself, she subconsciously removed her lighter from her bra with its corresponding cigarette, forcing the stick between her lips. Seconds before flicking the lighter, she remembered her singed fingertips too late. She closed her eyes, preparing for pain. To her extreme relief, her lighter played it nice, a small marble sized flame forming. She exhaled, thanking whatever God up there as she took a well needed drag from the Salem cigarette. Breathing smoke out her nose, she felt a wave of serenity hit her, forcing away the overwhelmingly horrible sadness that had come from wiping Katie’s tears.

“Needed that…so bad...” Misty glanced back, the deceptively young looking Katie leaving the store. She automatically went to Jade, gently holding onto the young lady’s hand. Misty quickly turned from the sight, swinging her hands casually through her hair.

Letting her cigarette dangle from her lips, the woman began to walk down the block, reflecting on the scene. She knew her little cuff to the side of the girl’s head had to do with Jade’s aloofness towards her and had a feeling it had bothered the little girl. Shaking out of her pondering briefly, Misty turned what use to be a street corner. She resumed from her train of thoughts. Sure, she felt a little bad…but there was a difference between feeling bad and regretting it and she had no regrets. If that were me at that age, I would’ve got a whipping…the youth of today, how fortunate they are.

Removing the cigarette from her lips, she let a steady stream of grey smoke slip from the side of her lips. She made sure to keep her distance from the others as she smoked, not wanting to be...impolite. Cocking her head at a sudden thought, she nodded. Then again, Katie isn’t exactly your normal child… Using her head actually beginning to hurt her, Misty paused; sure she was at the right location or what use to be the Old Navy.

Marching over what use to be a doorway, nothing but crumbled plaster wall and meteorite remnants, she trudged through the ashes and flaming jeans composing the men’s section. Moving past that and onto the woman’s aisle, she picked up a navy blue hoodie from the ground, frowning at a tear in the sleeve. It’ll have to suffice. Guessing the nights might be a little cold, she wrapped the hoodie around her waist. She hopped behind the one remaining portion of wall, pulling off her jeans as her eyes searched the ground. She licked her lips, finding her prize.

By the time the others had caught up, Misty was already leaving the former store. She had put on the hoodie, leaving it open and exposing her bra. From the waist down she wore a long skirt, both slides slit to allow for easier movement on her part. The jeans felt far too constricting, Misty not willing to risk running in them. Now noticing the group, she narrowed her eyes at a strange look given to her from the three pairs of eyes. Misty looked herself up and down, turning round and about in confusion. She knew she didn’t look any different.

Anxiously running over her thoughts, she ran any speech or words that had left her mouth in their presence over. I didn’t…did I? Misty stroked her chin, tapping her boot. She hadn’t mentioned her former…occupation to the others, she had specifically chosen not to. Embarrassment hadn’t been what had stopped her but rather it was the morbid talk surrounding the profession. It was a want to feel some sort of…normalcy in the abnormal world. She’d let what she’d actually done slip when it was realized. That I’m still human…a little screwed up. She snorted, guilt staining her eyes. A mischievous smile decorated her face. But human nonetheless…

Misty had had more on her mind but a few figures in the distance had made her drift off. She narrowed her eyes, pouting her lips. Sounds like trouble… She kept the instinctive thought in mind. “Looks like company…” Misty turned to Max, the little boy looking as if he recognized the band of men/survivors approaching them. She turned back to the group, arching a brow.

Curious…

[Sanity]

Max had blushed furiously as she had pinched his cheek, had touched him. The blush only deepening, his body squirming a bit as she said hew as cute and walked off. And then Jade’s weight on his shoulder the women laughing hysterically, Max didn’t find it very funny. Misty had complimented him, made him feel even more..manly?. Max had held Jade’s weight, not really wanting to push the hobbling women away from him even if he thought her laughter was more then a little obnoxious. But soon Jade left his size, and he went about filling several shopping bags with food and medical supplies, tying them all shut with some rope and pulling it over his shoulder like a large sack. He smiled, feeling a little safer a little more secure, he had a group with him..power in numbers.
Meanwhile Misty had taken off his bra and walked over, urging them to move on…It was most ‘tit’ he had ever seen in his life. He had gulped, squirmed and looked away embarrassed for her, before they moved forward his eyes looking past the mushy antics with general boyish distaste. And then, he saw in the distance as they walked. It was the group of men, trudging along, perhaps on a hunt or in search of food? Max gulped, he knew they wanted no more mouths to feed..and they had food a good amount.
”We should move. Fast.”[/b]
Max pulled some leader antics and grabbed Jade and Katie rather roughly pushing them in the opposite direction of the swiftly approaching men, grabbing Misty at last and pulling her as well. The men were not stupid, and they began running long powerful strides, and half way between their stride something encouraged them even more. Women. Real women dressed, alive, not dead or dieing. Max looked back and pushed the rest ahead.
”I have food I’ll give em some, they should leave us alone, I met them before..”[/b]
He urged the other son as he dropped his shopping bags pulling out some food, he knew they wouldn’t just take a little they wanted it all and they wanted something more. Max could see it in their dazed mad eyes, their crazed expressions. He felt fear, and anger angry at them, maybe..even jealousy? What right did they have to look at the girls THAT way? Did they think they could just take his girls? This was the first chance in his life he did not stutter and a bout pissed his pants when approaching a girl, and he liked how he felt when he was around them, liked feeling bigger and stronger. His twisted little bat began glowing a strangely brighter orange it covering the entire surface as it fed off his strong emotions, slowly bringing it up holding it defensively. They had guns and large muscular arms, but Max felt power in this weapon that acted so bazaar. He also felt like he had something to prove, to show courage to the girls. Show he was worth a damn.

[Archangel]

Holding the bag of food easily over her shoulder, Katie held Jade's hand and ran swiftly down the alley that the boy had pushed the girls down, before Jade suddenly pulled her to a stop towards the end of it. Katie looked back, a confused glare in her eyes, as she watched Max stand there with his bat, awaiting the crowd of men.

"Jade, what's wrong? They're survivors too, why don't we meet them? Maybe they know something that we don't!"

Katie spoke from a purely logical viewpoint. She knew that strangers had seen different things than what they had seen, and that maybe some of these strangers knew what had happened. Maybe some of them even knew if any authorities from outside the crash area were coming or not. They might know where food is, where clothes were, where water was....

That was when it hit the little girl. They might know where all this was...and they might not want to share it. If commodities had become so precious in this new world, then the people who controlled them would wield immense power. Their little group had food, which was something that not everyone had. They would wish to possess the food, to horde it and use it when they wished, to live that much longer. It was a primal thing, this survivor lust, this need to keep living. And if that meant killing off any who stood in your way, then that's what you would do. Basic human instincts dictated this. She didn't even consider the sexual implications of the approaching men: she knew about sex in a very general way, but it didn't feature very prominently in her books, and therefore it didn't feature prominently in her logical processes. She didn't even realize that the men might desire Jade and Misty, maybe even Katie, sexually, in a completely lustful way. But she didn't have to understand that to understand that the men were very dangerous.

Looking around, she searched for some way to help Max face the oncoming crowd. That's when her keen four year old eyes caught something. A group of the men, obviously military or at least smart enough to know how to deploy, had flanked their little group, and were now approaching from the back, where the three girls were standing. The men saw them, and began to move even more quickly, heading towards the three girls. They couldn't go anywhere...not only would it leave Max behind, which wasn't ethical or even an option to the three, but they had nowhere to go anyways. They were trapped at the end of the alley, with groups of men coming from both sides.

Quickly, Katie pulled Jade and grabbed Misty's hand, pulling both back into the alley towards the boy. Reaching his side again, just as the men began to slow down as they got close, Katie said softly to Max,

"There's another group behind us. We're trapped here. Do you think you can handle them?"

[demented]

"What the..." Jade said as Max tugged her away. She hadn't noticed the men, but now when she looked, and saw the way they eyed her in her mini skirt, she felt outraged, disgusted, and vengeful. "If I could walk..." She muttered as she watched Max prepare to fend them off. Thats when she noticed something that struck a little bit of fear into her heart. Oh God... We're surrounded...

They were way outnumbered, and the mens strength surely surpassed their own. Oh fuck, they are going to take our food, and rape us, then leave us for dead.. Oh God, oh God... Jade's head was not cooperating, she was getting a little frantic, The fact that she was still wounded adding to her fear. "Katie... get in the middle, I'll protect you..." Jade heard herself saying, her logical mind responding despite her worried state. Leaning on the board, Jade prepared for anything, and just hoped these men were at least decent enough to leave little Katie alone. Swallowing hard, Jade just hoped Katie was smart enough to act the part of the two year old lost in the world of chaos.

Thats when it hit Jade. What if they take her away? The woman looked to the little girl, wide-eyed, as if struck. She knew that she had wanted to get rid of her before, but not like this, not to these men. In fact, Jade wasn't too sure she would trust anyone with Katie. Jesus, my maternal instincts decide to kick in now of all times... With her free hand, Jade grasped Katie's small fingers, careful not to squeeze too hard.

Thats when it happened. The men were around them now, and one of them was walking closer to where Max was standing, gun cocked, a lustful smile on his face. The man even went so far as to lick his lips while staring at the older girls. Jade felt like throwing up. She saw Max getting angry, and prayed, yes Jade the athiest satan worshiper, prayed that they wouldn't shoot the boy.

[Anna Molly™]

(ooc: excuse the cursing content…<.< didn’t come out how I wanted but its done…now all that’s left is one o.o)

I must be unlucky…has to be it…

Misty stared ahead plainly to one of the approaching man, expression lethargic, eyes dead. She had wanted to be nonchalant, unaffected by the current hellish situation. Try as she might, she couldn’t control her emotions, insides growing cold at the circumstances, the ideas the men might’ve held. She briefly scanned their eyes, blinking once at seeing a hue that rarely stained hers. A hint of despair, a trace of hunger…looking past the first wave of emotions, one could see a carnal craving, a debating of thoughts with the moral side losing out to primal instinct. Oh…oh this is just lovely.

Misty’s thoughts were covered in sarcasm, she holding a horrible suspicion, things would end up chaotic. Though, on the outside, she successfully pulled off a mixture of sarcasm and venom, eyes narrowed and leaving no hint she feared the men before her. The first man close enough, hearing the readying of his weapon, Misty rested a hand on Max’s shoulder. Squeezing the irate little boy gently, she stepped in his way.

The gunman directed his weapon between her eyes, in response, Misty raising a brow. “Time the fuck out…this is ridiculous,” She knocked the weapon aside, the man laughing at her move. Ignoring his imbecilic guffaws, Misty made an inquiry. “What do you want with us? A four year old, a bleeding teen, a boy with a bat…I’d understand just me alone but come on…”

The man lowered his gun, a toothy smile in place. He holstered it, standing inches away from the prostitute. Not as tall as the mouthy woman, he looked up to her through haughty blue eyes. “What…is that an offer there than?” He played his fingers along her collarbone, slowly moving down to the center of her shirt. “Need somebody to keep you warm…?”

Misty resisted the temptation to roll her eyes. She caught his hand before he ‘accidentally’ slipped up her bra cup, a malevolent smile accompanying her words. “If you probably didn’t get pussy before the apocalypse,” Her smile broadened to unimaginable proportions, eyes aglow in her hostility. Putting his fingers in a vice hold, she continued in a whisper. “What makes you think you’ll get it now?” She released his hand, upturning her lip in disgust.

The men surrounding the unorthodox group of survivors jeered, some laughing rather immaturely at the plight of the bold man. He shook out his hand, turning his back to Misty with an infuriated grin, conspiring mumbling leaving his lips. She raised her head, peeking over his shoulder. “Speak up, you started this, we’ll finish it…” He continued to murmur, the prostitute folding her arms over her chest. Disregarding the presence of the little girl, she snorted. “Fucking little bitch.” Spinning on his heel, the man finally whipped around, fist on a direct course to the woman’s. His blow landed, the sound of his fist connecting with her face causing a cringe among some.

Misty stumbled back, stars and shadows swirling in her view. The world grew topsy-turvy, head and heart pounding in disbelief. A warm coppery liquid painting the inside of her mouth, she felt at first humiliation at being struck. It swiftly shifted into rage, then, nothing at all. She coerced her emotions away, the burnt out crater of a sidewalk coming into view, the words of almost all around her beginning to register.

Tears of laughter streaked the man’s face. He swung his hand to his hips, holding a look of the utmost superiority. “Who’s the little bitch now?” He resumed his laughter, enjoying himself far more than he should.

In her own little world, the man and she the only two in existence, she stared down to him. Licking the claret off her teeth, she sucked in her cheeks, making sure to gather all the blood. She hacked up, spitting blood and saliva to the side of the road. Glancing out the corner of a vindictive grey, Misty spoke coolly. “Nothing’s changed. You’re still the fucking little bitch!” She saw his second punch flying, her blow managing to land first in an identical movement. Not allowing him to recover, her knee found its way hard to his groin, bringing him to the floor. Watching his tears change from glee to sorrow, she gave him a glare capable of destruction, landing her deathblow. “And now…you’re the crying little pussy.” A blitz of ideas streamed through her mind, thoughts of torture, thoughts of murder. She exhaled, letting the thoughts go. Too messy…then explaining myself, yaddi yadda. The isolated world that had dominated her mind opened up, the smell of body odor and stagnant water the first to reach her. Sights and sounds began to open up in her environment, reality merging together with her universe. Nothing had changed; she still stood in the front of Max. Jade stood as a shield to any who might advance upon Katie, the only real difference being the sobbing man on the ground.

Retrospectively…maybe, just maybe, I shouldn’t have knocked him down. Misty shook out her throbbing hand, displaying no signs of the pain she felt. She ignored the fact she had been able to make him bleed, she all too aware of the four men to their front advancing. Shrugging off her bag, she slid it down into a hand, the men feet away from the group, mocking grin on each one’s face. She rocked the bag back and forth, exhaling heavily. Might as well try…buy two seconds. Rolling her eyes, the men feet away, she swung the lightweight bag, expecting the four to be stunned at what she had dubbed her stupidity. What she hadn’t expected, what nobody could have foreseen, or imagined, was the sickening and simultaneous cracking of four skills.

The four men collided into each other, the first one to have met Misty’s knapsack bleeding heavily from the temple. The rest were lucky enough to receive minor blows to the face, each one collapsing onto one another. They were slightly disorientated, the men behind the group stunned beyond words. It would take a good minute or so until partial sense could be made of what had just happened. Good enough. With a smirk, Misty flung her bag backwards, downing the unfortunate shmuck who’d managed to catch it.

Misty’s hand found its way to Max’s shoulder once more. Jerking the boy forward, she threw Katie ahead with him, then moving to help Jade run along. “Phase one…” Talking more to herself than her fellow young comrades, she burst into a sprint with Jade in tow, Max scowling as he dragged Katie behind him. The four got a feasible distance away before yelling erupted behind them, the men recovering from Misty’s minor assault.

Releasing the loudly dressed teenager, the prostitute risked a glance back, making out several figures in the distance. Shit… “Okay,” Misty clapped her hands, scanning the three young people before her. Eyes landing on Max, she hastily beckoned him towards her. The boy gave her a strange expression, increasing the grip on his neon orange bat. Misty took him close, whispering softly into his ear. “I have to go do something…and you look to be the only one that can properly hold their own. Help Jade along until the others get too close…when that happens, swing like hell and don’t close your eyes,” She gave him a light peck on the cheek, Max growing crimson from the kiss.

I’ll be damned… Not giving the boy’s reaction a second thought, Misty dashed off in the direction of their pursuers, face darkening from a realization. She slid her hand down her open hoodie, tugging at her bra in disdain. The urge to laugh became unbearable but she hadn’t reached that point. Not yet… Sighing, she zipped down her sweater completely; searching the area in what she hoped wouldn’t be vain. Come on, signs of a Wendy’s, corner store, if… She stopped, footsteps in the background running wildly with her thoughts. …then it has to be, oh please let it be… The prostitute raised her head, grey eyes landing on a barely standing brick building.

It had been in the city for as long as people could remember, perhaps even longer than the city had been around. The brick building had been burnt red, the ash from fire and explosions charring the building black. Some windows were shot out; others kept in place by plywood. Standing few stories, it was an environmentalist’s nightmare and a safety hazard, the electricity being managed by gas pipes and multiple carbon monoxide leaks readily occurring. Amazingly enough, it hadn’t been condemned, the edifice a survivor of time and now the apocalypse.

The building now her haven, Misty scrambled to the brick apartment building, stopping in what use to be the door. It had been blown from its hinges into the shadowy lime green hall. Thankful she hadn’t lost her breath, Misty inhaled, whistling shrilly to the hunting survivors. Four ran on ahead, the rest stopping in their tracks. Automatically they began to run, Misty stomping her foot. “Hold it!” She slapped her hand onto the frame, forcing a smile. “We can work this out…” They began to run again, Misty squeezing the doorway. “Wait wait wait…whoa…hear me out at least. I’m…” She chuckled to hide her vexation. “…more than willing to…play with you guys. But not all. You have to work for me, the one who catches me gets me,” Sliding off her sweater, she purred seductively in the doorway. She arched ever so slightly, revealing her curves and other assets under the burning orange radiance setting in the west. The men briefly exchanged glances, soon pushing to get to their new quarry. Their movements her cue, Misty ran into the rickety edifice, praying she could work something out.

Sprinting up the stairwell, she bound over the metal steps and to the second level. She ran into the fifth room, hopping over knocked over furniture. Searching, she found the kitchen, practically ripping the first drawer from the countertop. Misty was beyond anxious, the idea of being thrown into the role of fuck puppet with no pay sickening. It was just being the sexual object itself. No attachment, no love, just pleasure…and rarely ecstasy on my end. She gave a rueful smile, fingering a box of matches lovingly. Her grin ceased, footsteps growing too close for comfort.

Misty, unsure what her next course of action would be almost lit a match, a hissing to her left bringing her a minute of hesitation. She glanced aside, a thick aluminum pipe hissing wildly, gaseous contents still leaking out into the room for only God knew how long. Pocketing a few matches, she blasted the gas on high, the hissing growing dangerously loud. She licked her lips, dragging the heavy stove out of the way. A shudder came about from the roaches scurrying to her feet. Easing away her squeamishness, she yanked at the silver piping; glad the rings keeping it bolted had rusted away long ago. Grateful the age of the area had led the wall to deteriorate, she ripped the pipe out of the wall, skipping over to the doorway. She pursed her lips together in a soundless whistle, dropping the pipe by the entrance. Phase two…

Daring to peek out the doorway, she swore, catching the eye of a survivor. He started to shout, slapping his hand over his mouth to halt the scream. Wordlessly, he pursued her, Misty stepping back into the apartment. She dashed to the far side of the destroyed room, tiptoeing over a body buried in rubble and out to the window. Crawling out the window, she held her breath, balancing along the crumbly ledge and sidling her way to the window of another apartment. Fucking stupid… She scoffed, stepping into what appeared to be the bedroom of the new room. …fucking suicide. Meh, anything’s worth trying for it…

Misty crept through the room, heading to the thick wooden door. She froze horrified, the bronze doorknob methodically turning. Grinding her teeth, she jumped to the wall by the door, closing her eyes at a gunshot. She swore insanely loud in her mind, closing her eyes. The door brushed over her face, the man’s booted feet creaking on the floorboards. He sauntered into the room casually, a sneer on his face. Clenching onto her forearm, her anxiety increased with the closing of the door. She gulped, not willing to gamble moving, not yet.

The man laughed loudly, cocking his gun, a beretta. “Come out, come out, wherever you are. You hafta to be here…or maybe the other room…?” He chuckled, taking a step forward.

Only able to hold her breath, Misty turned her gaze down to her hand. She glanced between her hand and the back of the man’s neck, angling her hand horizontally. Nearing the man, she shook her head, in doubt her idea would work. She struck the man hard along the neck, a small cry escaping the survivor. He fell to his knees, Misty snorting with a smile. Eleventh grade wasn’t a complete waste…thank you, Jonathon…! A friend of hers had told her about pressure points, a point along the neck being able to affect the lower half of the back and cause temporary paralysis. Watching the squirming man, she eased her fingers through her hair. Fuck me, it worked. Misty borrowed his gun, smiling playfully. Saved me trouble.

Nonetheless, Misty ripped the gas line from the apartment, dropping it out into the hall. She looked back and forth, the apartment doors open, men in search of her. Out in the hall, she shoved a cigarette between her lips. He said beneath the outlets and on the ceiling… Misty fought back her oncoming emotions, directing the beretta beneath an outlet. She fired, breaking off into a run after. Shooting arbitrarily to the wall, her only content came from the multiple hisses, she drowsy from the gas entering the ether.

At the stairwell, Misty finally stopped. She pulled a 180, facing the group of men. They’d exited the room, expression of bemusement and curiosity riddling their faces. She entered the stairwell, peering at the group through the 15 by 15 inch glass window. Misty elbowed out the glass, lighting her cigarette. She took a drag, smiling devilishly. “Au revoir!” Putting on her best French accent, she tossed the lit cigarette into the hall, the cancer stick rolling innocently along the ground. She flew up the stairs shortly after, cursing profusely beneath her breath.

The men exchanged glances again, momentarily forgetting they were in a competition. The tallest of the group stomped up to the cigarette, snorting. “What the fuck was that about?” He took a drag of the wasted cigarette. “Waste a smoke right there…” Laughing, he threw the cigarette to the entrance of an open door or to be more precise, to the open silver gas pipe. The poor survivor unintentionally caused Dante’s inferno to roar through the hall, a great orange flame ripping apart the green hall and the group of men, the edifice trembling on its already weak foundation.

Misty tripped up the flight of stairs, holding onto the rusted metal railing for support. The warmth of the inferno entered the metal stairwell, Misty panting in the hot atmosphere. She shouldered open the door to the fourth floor, positive she’d find a fire escape at the window of the last apartment. Taking care to roll up a sleeve on her hoodie, Misty took aim, shooting off the knob on a door. She gently opened the door, her one mistake being not to note it had already been opened…

The prostitute trudged across the trashy area, lowering her guard from the sight to her right. The sun was setting, blinding in its glory, a warm breeze pouring in from the wide open area that use to be the wall. Some hope returning, Misty turned to the Master bedroom, her escape in sight. “Thank you Go-” She gasped out of shock, muscular arms wrapping around her arms and waist. Twisting, she kicked outwards, feeling helpless. “What the fuck?!?”

“Did ya miss me, luv?”

Kicking furiously, Misty narrowed her eyes. She squirmed severely, feet scraping along the wall as the stranger with the familiar voice carried her. The two reaching the bathroom, she caught his reflection in the mirror. Her eyes widened. “You’re the prick who punched me?! But I…how?!”

“You didn’t answer my question…” He smiled greedily, brown eyes wicked. He strengthened his hold, Misty gasping for air. A teeth revealing grin formed, the man breathing into her ear. “Did ya miss me luv?” He moved his lips to her neck, snorting arrogantly. “And what kind of stupid fuck question was that? Why in hell would you stay to the first floor? I knew you’d come up here...and God, won’t we have fun!?”

“Fuck you!” Misty yanked an arm out of his clutch. She elbowed him in the chest, shouting. “Miss you…miss you, did I fucking miss you!! You…” His arms fell loose around her, Misty shifting away. She slapped him in a rage. “…you miserable-” The man interrupted her, tackling her around the waist and into the porcelain tub. Colliding with the silver water fixtures, they managed to break from her impact, showering her with a fountain of icy water. She groaned, springing to her feet a wet and shivering mess. Her hand slapped against the tiles, holding on for support as her world began to spin.

In her moment of weakness, the blue eyed monster marched up to her. He grabbed her by the back of her hair, slamming his fist into her stomach. “You should’ve just answered the bloody question…” A nasty grin formed, the prostitute groaning weakly, head resting on his shoulder. He took her around the waist, dragging her soaking wet form from the tub. “But we will have fun, I will anyway,” He guffawed loudly, not paying much attention to Misty’s struggling.

They left the bathroom, exiting out into the living room. Misty ground her foot onto his toes, aiming a hard blow to beneath his chin. Her strike hit, she shaking away from the man. Blinking rapidly, she bared her teeth, closing up her sweat shirt. She held onto her stomach tightly, running down the hall to the Master bedroom. Starting to exhale, she yelped instead, the man recovering faster than she’d predicted. He threw her headlong to the far side of the room, Misty sliding down the lightly blood covered wall. She turned onto her back, head supported by the wall. Taking a closer look, she widened her eyes with a snort. “Fuck me backwards…I know you,” She lethargically lifted a hand. “You’re that guy…the one who can’t fuck for shit!” She nodded her head, sure her observation was on the mark.

“And you’re the whore who’s going to make me very happy…” Her former customer locked the door behind him. He ripped off his jacket, smiling wolfishly. “..besides, by the way you were screaming, it sounded like I was doing a pretty damn good job.” He tossed the torn windbreaker at her face.

Misty moved the jacket aside, unsteadily getting into a crouch. An arm pressing firmly into her abdomen, she narrowed her eyes. “Hell, I’m paid to scream…but cash no longer has any value…and you’re not going to fuck me,” A hand was already sliding beneath her sweater, Misty shaking her head. “Trust me on that.”

He waltzed up to her, giving the prostitute a dirty look. He rolled his eyes, throwing his gun behind. “You think so?”

“I know so,” grinned Misty charmingly. Her fingers wrapping around the right item, she displaying the pliers she’d removed off the bathroom sink. “You don’t have the balls…” Opening them, she shoved them towards his crouch, squeezing tightly in what she hoped was the right position.

A horrible scream left him, goading Misty on to squeeze tighter, the blows aimed to her head increasing the rage she’d barely kept in check since she’d woken up. She punched in between his legs with her free hand, the man dropping to his knees in pure agony, a deep red beginning to stain the baby blue denim of his jeans. Merciless, Misty tripped him to the ground, holding steadfast to the pliers. She spoke down to the man bitterly, he biting his hand to hold back a scream. “You can strike me, you can curse me, but you don’t have the fucking balls to rape me! Nobody is doing that, you miserable fuck!”

The prostitute searched his jeans, pulling out her much coveted lighter from his pocket. Shoving the lighter in its safe place, Misty stood up, grey eyes malicious. “Even the fucking apocalypse can’t change things, can’t change you,” She let loose a wild kick to the man’s groin, he cowering in pain. She shouted. “Can’t change the fucking human race!” She stopped talking, eyes losing focus, body turning limp. Coming out of her split second reverie, she took the second item from her sweater, a bottle of rubbing alcohol snatched up from the bathroom. She poured the cool liquid over the man, splashing a portion of the room with its contents. Spotting a Spirit bottle amid the bits of wood that used to be a mahogany dresser, she doused the room with the liquid, anything alcoholic decorating the room. Satisfied, her anger somehow sated, she wandered over to the bedroom window. She stared down to the groaning survivor, meticulously lighting up a match stick.

Widening his eyes in a cold sweat, he fought his nausea from the devastating pain and overpowering smell of alcohol long enough to stammer. “You, you, you can’t kill me?! Burn me alive??!! Your, you’re insane! You’re fucking insane!” To his astonishment and worry, Misty cackled loudly, throwing back her head in humor. He cried, burying his cheek into the damp carpet. “I wasn’t JOKING you-”

“I know you weren’t.” Her laughter stopped, a beguiling smile curling Misty’s lips. She cocked her head, leaning on the window. “I’ve never heard it put that way before so I had to laugh. I expected along the lines of ‘mood disorder’ or ‘bipolar’. Some medical terminology…bullshit like that,” With a shrug, Misty casually lifted the window open behind her. She arched her brow. “And I am not insane. Insane would imply I had no control over my actions…that…that I’m don’t know what I’m doing…but I’m perfectly sane. I am fully aware of all my actions, every decision I make and do, consequences and all.”

“So KILLING me makes sense?”

“Did wanting to FUCK me against my will make sense?!?!” snapped Misty, grip on the match threatening to break the stick. She sighed. “I never said it made sense I just stated I know what I’m doing, right from wrong, therefore, I’m not insane. A vengeful bitch is more like it.”

“I…” The man knew she was in power, his superiority complex fading away as he attempted to plead for his life. “You’re insane…” It was all he could say, a mixture of revolt and terror on his face as he inched away from her.

“No..” stated Misty. “The world is insane…before and after the apocalypse, the world still holds anarchy, is still soiled. The setting’s different but nothings changed. The world is insane and I’m one of the few people sane enough to see it. Call me crazy, a lunatic if you will, but that won’t change my mind.”

“Even if you are right…and you’re not…what the hell can you do about it?”

Misty shrugged, carrying a silly smirk. “Don’t worry about it, hun,” She stepped out the window, leaning in lazily. She twirled the burning matchstick in hand. “For now, dream,” She beamed angelically, tossing the match into the room. She closed the window immediately after to seal in the fire and the shrill scream of the ignited man.

Misty leaned her back to the glass, fighting back a wave of vertigo and nausea. Her eyelids fluttered, sparkling grey eyes watching the sky shift into violets and golds, blossom into an unnatural array of unimaginable colors. “…I’m tripping.” She laughed, flying down the fire escape and to the ground level.

Heading in the direction of her comrades, Misty slapped her forehead, remembering her bag. “For fucks sake...!” She rolled her eyes, storming off in the opposite direction. Going at a brisk pace, she rolled up her sweat shirt sleeve, forearm bleeding lightly. The first survivor had grazed her when he’d taken off the doorknob but the blood loss had been minimal. She lifted her fingers to her lower lip and scalp, sticky crimson pouring from each. Not unless you count these…then in the near future… Misty crouched down, now by her bag. Surprised the men hadn’t taken it, she fit it over her back. She ripped her skirt, tightly wrapping up her arm. Rolling back her sleeve, she exhaled, deciding she’d clean herself up later. When everybody’s asleep I’ll properly mend the arm wound…and back… An ominous thought crossed her mind. If there’s anybody to go back to.

The prostitute jogged to her last position, a little nervous over how the others might’ve held up. A fleeting thought came, Misty contemplating if she had risked her wellbeing for the sake of the others. She slowed down her sprint, one of three remaining Salem’s placed to her cut lip. Was it…for them? Lighting up the cigarette, she took a drag, snorting skeptically. NAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! She kissed her lighter. It was for you babe, nobody else. Concealing the lighter between her bra, she frowned darkly. …Because that would mean I’m getting a heart…something bothersome like that. But its-

[Anna Molly™]

...(continuation)

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted by the sickening sound of a baseball bat connecting with another being…or thing. Shit! She slapped her forehead again, Misty having half hoped the group wouldn’t have bumped into confrontation. Feeling around her waist, she pulled out the stolen beretta. She accidentally fired, Misty’s brow twitching from the echoing click. Out of ammo…fabulous. Praying she wouldn’t stumble upon a massacre, she found the nerve to turn the corner…


(ooc: Apologies for the double post but there's a posting limit?!?! Anywho, yah, I sorta went all out but thats the rest of it...weird how I imagined all the guy survivors with accents via 28 days later o.O And…uh..*nervous laugh* so it’s a..*coughs* little long but…its to make up for not postin for so long, yuh huh...)

[Archangel]

Katie moved quickly behind Max, and kept glancing over her shoulder at Misty, Jade, and the group of men behind them. The men were stunned, unsure, wavering, as the four of them ran through the streets of the ruined city. As Misty stopped and spoke with Max, Katie went and held Jade's hand. This might get ugly. She knew that the boy would fight the men when they came...she knew that. But she also knew that he probably couldn't take them on his own. And Jade...Jade was hurt, she couldn't fight, not yet anyways. Katie looked up at the teenage girl, and found Jade looking down at her, her eyes filled with...with something. Was that...was that protectiveness? Was it a kind of maternal instinct? And then it hit Katie: Jade was prepared to protect her. Jade was getting ready to risk life and limb against these men to protect her, little Katie, who had been such a bitch to everyone she'd met! The realization shocked the little girl. Why would she do such a thing? Why would she risk herself for someone like Katie?

As the realization dawned on the little girl, she didn't have time to consider it. She wanted to delve into this whole new string of logical components, to jump from one realization to another about human souls and morals, but she had no time. The men were nearly upon them. Some went off and followed Misty, at least half of the number going off after the curvaceous woman. But that still left the three of them faced with over a dozen strong, armed men, all intent on stealing, raping, and probably murdering. This was not going to be good. But Katie knew she had to do something. She may be little, but she didn't feel weak anymore, and she felt an overriding sense of protectiveness towards Jade. She felt that, because Jade seemed to care about her, she would care about Jade in return. She would take care of the teen, in whatever way she could, and she felt that that was enough.

Most of the men went directly for Max, seeing him as the most threatening, with his glowing neon bat and his angry face. But some, 5 of them, went directly towards Katie and Jade, some steps back from Max. Katie took Jade's hand strongly in her own, and said loudly to the girl, "I'll handle this Jade. Stay back, and be careful." Before the teenager could respond, could object or even yell at her, Katie gave her a small shove back. She went tumbling to the ground, and Katie instantly winced, feeling bad about pushing her like that, and hoping she hadn't hurt her leg. But by then, the men were upon her.

They slowed down and minced forward, laughing smiles on their faces. "Little girl! Little girl! We ain't gonna hurt you! No no, little one! We just want your pretty friend there, that's all. Just step aside..." one of them said, with an evil smile on his face and a look in his eye that promised danger. But Katie did not move. Instead, she dropped her bag, and stared at the front man of the group with her oddly mature eyes. They captured the man, immobilizing him with their depth and purity, and they stopped him right in his tracks. He stared at her, lost in her eyes. But the others did not stop. They moved around the pausing man, taking out clubs of wood and stolen guns, pointing them not at the little girl but at Jade. They saw no danger in the four year old, she seemed completely below them and easily bypassed. She would prove them wrong.

With a sudden lunge, the closest man to Katie felt a thunderclap hit his stomach directly on. He fell backwards, propelled as if by a hand grenade, as Katie delivered a solid punch to his gut. Amazed, the others looked down at the little girl. And she looked back, amazed herself. She was an expert at prana-bindu, her muscles were programmed for quick responses and lightning fast attacks. But the strength behind that punch...it was incredible! Impossible! There was no way that could have happened!

Stunned, she didn't move as the next man looked at her, a crazy look in his eye, and then raised his club. Bringing it crashing down on her, she raised her arm at the last second, trying to shield herself from the blow. And the club crashed down onto her tiny arm...and broke to bits in a scattering of splinters. She looked up at herself, and felt absolutely no pain, felt nothing at all. It was as if the thing hadn't even hit her. But the wood was shattered into a hundred thousand pieces! The man stumbled back, a confused look on his face. And Katie was surprised as well. But not as surprised as when another man raised his gun to her.

"You...YOU FREAK! What the hell are you?" he shouted at her in shock, and suddenly pulled the trigger, mostly out of fear. Katie was propelled backwards, slamming her butt on the ground, as she felt a rhino's blow to her chest at the impact of the bullet. She almost teetered back onto her back, but stayed fairly upright, sitting on the ground. And she expected to be dead...to be bloody and a mess and dying. But instead, as she looked down at herself, she put a finger through her ripped shirt, and touched her chest. Nothing. Barely even an indentation. A bruise was forming, that was sure. But the bullet hadn't even entered her skin.

She stood up, and the men looked at her with awe and fear. "Now you've gone and done it. You've made me mad." She whispered, in her lisping little girl voice. And she knew she had them.

With a lunge, she was on top of one of the men in an instant. Clambering up to his neck, she squeezed hard, constricting his airway. And in a second, she collapsed his trachea, and he fell to the ground, in intense pain and unable to breathe. Another man took his wooden club and began to beat her with it, slamming her until she let go of the dying man. But she brushed off each blow with ease, and felt barely any pain at all. Reaching up, she grabbed the piece of wood in one hand, and, wrenching it hard, she broke the man's wrist. He stumbled backwards in pain, even as the man with the gun turned to her again and began shooting.

The first three shots missed. But the fourth hit her square in the shoulder. But by then, she had braced herself, felt the impact, and shrugged it off as another bruise. Slamming herself forward, she aimed a fist right at the man's groin, and was satisfied with the sound he made as she connected with his balls. He fell to the ground, clutching himself, and she quickly ran up to him and kicked him in the head, knocking him out instantly with her little bare foot. Two men were left standing, one with a broken wrist, and the other untouched but completely amazed. Looking at each other, they both suddenly turned and ran off down the street, screaming wildly, not even looking back. The two men still alive were rolling over in pain, groaning and crying. And the dead man was just finishing gasping for air, feeling his life ebb away.

Katie barely had time to consider the fact that she had just killed a man. Instead, she went to Jade, who had struggled her way to her feet throughout the fight, and was looking at her with astonishment and not a little fear. Katie, a little amazed herself, looked down at herself and felt her body gingerly. No holes...although there would be two huge bruises forming in a short while. The only hole she had was in the shirt she had borrowed from Misty. Sighing, the little girl looked at the astounded Jade, and spoke.

"Well...they ripped my shirt. The bastards."

But suddenly, before either of them could laugh, they looked towards Max, and saw what had been happening with him....

(OOC: Eh, could have been better, but hey...gets the job done)

[Sanity]

Max was OUTRAGED. How dare Misty push him out of the way. He was going to save them HE WAS THE MAN. He was gunna show EVERYONE he was worth a damn! But no she has to step up and get slapped down, then loose her bag, THEIR FOOD. God damn dumb as fuck bitch! How dare she try and protect him! He had hurried away grumbling eyes staring at her in disgust, but then she had done something completely unexpected, had pulled him aside. Had whispered to him, had given him instruction, put him in a position of leadership, of importance. Did she believe in him, trust him? See him as worth something? All these questions ran through his head, and then her lips. Soft, and smooth, slightly wet and pressed to his cheek. He was in delight, lungs clenching together, refusing to breath. And as she left, his cheeks on fire, he had gasped for a long awaited breath, and exhaled in pleasure. But he did not have time to rejoice and reminisce in that single moment of time.
The men were close, coming in fast, a lot of them even though Misty drew a few away. Max had grinned that burning rage returning as he gripped his bat tightly, and instead charged at THEM. The first, the poor god damn first.. Hard black wood into his knee cap, shattered bone piercing the flesh blood splattering the ground. Howling pain, surprised yells, and wide bloodshot, crazed eyes. Some of them passed him, and he wished to give chase, to protect the little one, but others were on him, large fingers about his neck., fists into his gut. They pummeled him, worst then any school bullies ever had. But in this state, in this blind furious anger he did not feel pain, but only more and more rage/ CRACK CRACK CRACK. Moans, groans and screams of terror, hands bent in unnatural positions and gushy pink brain mattered painted across partners faces. His bat connected to a man’s shoulder, shoulder blade piercing his flesh, and sending his collar bone into his neck, slicing into veins causing blood to flow into his mouth and gush out as he choke and sputtered in agony. Blood drenched the bat, and the ground, and Max’s white knuckled hands. The men, all of them were being smacked as Max swung the bat madly, shin’s shattering,. Faces being pushed in, eyes shooting from eye sockets as wood met temple after temple. There was only about 4 left now, bodies lay about him like some type of morbid, but colorful confetti. The end shoved into a man’s stomach, organs crushed and ruptured, blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, his legs got pushed in shortly and he was on the ground waving arms franticly as Max slammed that bat over and over against his upper chest and neck until bone, and flesh was pushed away and his exposed heart was smashed into oblivion, blood gushing out like some type of twisted fountain. The next was even less fortunate. The god damned dumb fuck actually started to run away screaming “TO FUCK WITH THIS!”. Max had only growled like some furious, enraged animal, feral, let loose and starving. Max threw the bat as hard as he could, and the pleasant sound of it connecting to the man’s spine sounded out as the male form fell limp. Max ran over grabbing his weapon, and soon resumed beating him until his bone sand organs were a fine plaster. Max , nor any member of the group had heard such screams of fear as Max made his way from toe’s to skull with his merciless bat.

Max wasn’t finished, he turned blood drenched, crimson dripping form his body. Fuckers, god damned bastards, one was turning to run, the other just fucking stood there like a god damned fool, staring off into the distance overtaken with shock. The one running, that was his target as he charged and actually jumped into the air leaping onto the man as his shoes slammed into his back his bat pushed against the man’s neck until he toppled to the ground with Max’s bruised and scratched form. The bat was much quicker with this one, both shoulders, spinal cord jutting out like spikes down his back, and his neck twisted up. Max was done and turned just in time to see the frozen one awakening and turning his greedy dirty lil eyes upon the girls. How dare he. Max’s thoughts burned red. His back was turned his eyes turning to the little girl, as she looked to see what Max was doing. She had protected the wounded girl and now looked to see one more coming upon her. But Max could only see a helpless little girl being preyed on by a large dirty bastard! But Max wouldn’t let him have her, Max wouldn’t let his dirty hand stop touch such a pure being! His death would be long, and it would be fucking bloody. The mother fuckers last thoughts would surly be those of pain and repenting for his evil thoughts. Max ran up, Bat bashing into the back of his ankles, two simultaneous cracks made the man fall back as broken bones shoved through his skin in oblong angles, striking out in broken, shattered dismay. He had screamed as the back of his head hit the black asphalt, blood matting his head, hands going to rub at the sore spot before his elbows were blended into the pavement. Joints breaking, and dislocating his forearms from his shoulders. Max was on him, the man screaming as his bat smashed into his crotch, penis balls and thighs all becoming one mass of blood and searing pain. Max grinned, bathing in blood as his bat swung into his sides cracking ribs, and bruising inner organs. And then in unholy rage his bat smashed over and over into his chest opening it up for all to see. Pretty ribbons of slick red blood being exposed to all. Throbbing organs, god honest gore. And then his nasty screaming face, it had to be done in. His eyes smooched into white blobs of nothingness and each and every tooth was broken and smashed blood pouring into the mans stomach as he became more then sick, shitting himself trying to throw up but not being able to. Gasping for air, trying to scream but he could not. Pissing himself only to cause more pain as hot urine flooded out of the gaping hole that were his genitals. Dirty, fucking dirty. Smash, smash , smash, as Max flailed into his face over and over, the cracking sound of bones breaking, and cartilage blending in with bloody tissue echoed about the destroyed walls of the city. This was humanity in all its way. Evolved apes. Were they devolving now, returning to rampaging cavemen? On the warpath, the deepest instincts of hatred and defense erupting from hidden veins. Soon the sound of Max’s bat hitting the cement was heard instead of a mans face. That was, of course because there was no head, no face. Just a broken bloody mess of a body with no head. His head was just a pile of jelly smothered about the ground, it could have been some red jello poured out.. it was impossible to be made into anything but gore. This was true civilization, true humanity. Right there on the ground. Shit and urine stained, stomach contents covering all over. And there, on top of it all, heaving, eyes wide open, unblinking, was Max. In normal times they would call him crazy, lock him up and throw away the key. Call him a murder, call him a brutal fuck up. But he was, what everyone feared..he was them. He had unleashed that certain button, all those thoughts we keep hidden cause we are scared of what we might do with such gory fantasies. He turned still holding the blood covered bat, looking up. ”Where’s the black chick? We’re leaving.” His voice was flat, no emotion coming through. Evolution, Darwin would be in tears.

[Archangel]

Katie stared, her eyes as wide as saucers, her mouth agape. All around the boy with the bat lay the dead bodies of a dozen or so men, their organs busted, their lungs stilled, their blood decorating the ground. Little rivulets and streams of crimson flowed down the street towards a gutter, the gore floating in little chunks throughout. Katie felt nauseous as she stared at the devastation the boy with the bat had caused. She had killed a man, that was true. Had crushed his windpipe and he was dead. But nothing compared to the slaughter that the young boy had just completed. It was incredible, in a morbid, disgusting way, and she just could not look at it any longer. Turning her head to the side, the girl wretched once or twice, nothing coming up but dry-heaving intensely, until she felt herself come under control once again. She focused herself internally, and even as her mind sang with all the gore around her, she slowly shut down her emotions, and let her logical processes take over.

There was obviously something very wrong going on here. First, she seemed impervious to hits, even capable of taking bullets from a 9 mm point blank and not dying. Sure, she felt the bruises already forming, and they would be big black and purple things before the day was out. But her bones were intact, and her muscular strength had increased at least tenfold. And Max's bat, that twisted, charred ruin of a piece of wood. He had wielded it like a champion, and every hit had caused incredible, sickening damage. He could have severed limbs with that thing! And it glowed, it glowed with an unearthly light, and Katie was fairly sure that wooden bats weren't supposed to glow.

There was really only one logical explanation. These changes had come about only after the destruction of the city. Therefore, the events must be linked. The meteorites...the fallen pieces of space rock that left giant craters across the ground and had devastated the city. They must be the cause of these strange changes! And there must be more. It would make sense that whatever was coming off from those rocks, most probably an intense form of radiation, was causing changes wherever they had fallen. Wondering if the radiation from those meteorites was deadly or not, the little girl let her logical mind completely take over, and blocked the carnage from her mind.

Walking over to Jade, her little face set in a strong, unyielding mask, she took the older girl's hand.

"Come on Jade. We have to find the other woman."

She pulled the Japanese girl towards Max, even though she still didn't know the boy's name, and stepped lightly with her little bare feet through the gore. She stepped once in a puddle of blood that slid away from a dead man, but she didn't grimace or whine at all. Her face merely got a step harder, her gait a little faster in her bowlegged walk, and her hand grew tighter around Jade's. As the two girls reached the boy, Max started walking in the direction that the other woman had gone off in, walking around the corner... and finding himself face to face with the prostitute, who looked over his shoulder at the gory mess behind him. Before either one of them could speak, however, Katie spoke up, loud enough for them all to hear.

"Prime computation: there will be others, and they will be stronger. I'll explain later. It would be best to find a safe place somewhere close by, somewhere with some running water and maybe some food."

[Anna Molly™]

(ooc: *dark murmuring* .....)

Misty rounded the corner, her bad feeling confirmed by one last crack of the bat. She bumped smack into Max and the rest of the group, the little girl speaking before Misty could make a second comment. But the former prostitute hadn't heard a word that left Katie's mouth; she could no longer even feel the scrape in her arm courtesy of the bullet wound. The damage her body had undergone completely vanished at the sight past the three.

Jesus fucking Christ... The woman knew her mouth stood agape but she didn't give two good god damns, she couldn't give anything at the moment. Her sparkling grey eyes were captivated by the gore behind the group, the blood, the battered flesh and crushed remnants of bones, the vast quantity of intestines and vital organs sloppily littering the little that had remained of the streets.

The former prostitute brushed past the group wordlessly, expression unreadable as she analyzed the crimson covered streets before her. She shook her head in disbelief, closing her eyes, blocking out the overwhelming stench of blood and death crowding her. Her thoughts bouncing around, a smirk came, one holding no humor. It would be wrong for her to criticize any over murder considering what she had just done but her crime didn't hold a candle to the massacre before her. There was self-defense and then slaughter. What she stood in the center of, what surrounded her, was far more gruesome than any slaughter she could ever imagine. Misty almost burst into laughter, the scene perturbing her far more than she displayed. Insane wasn’t even the word…

Pulling a one eighty, Misty faced the group, examining each member in a blink of an eye. Each one seemed to be in order, the only one an obvious contributor to the carnage behind her being the blood soaked Max, little to none of it his own. Misty walked up to them, the back of her mind realizing something was…off with the situation. Jade apparently had been protected by a four year old, Katie. While Katie had a bullet hole…In my favorite fucking shirt…the child wasn’t bleeding. Hell, the child wasn’t even dead and that was more than a miracle in itself. Finally Max…he held some bruises, not enough to justify the hell he’d brought down on the men, but enough for her to see he had been in melee. His bat and clothing hinted more than enough at that, his crooked weapon of destruction glowing marvelously, unnaturally.

The woman went up to Max, staring down to him from a piercingly cold pair of grey. Her hands were stiff to her sides, she unsure what to do, what she could say, if he would even care. Misty lifted back her hand, closing her eyes. She expected the repercussions would be drastic, she ending up like the piles of sinew and tissue behind her for what she’d do to Max. Her hand flew on a crash course to the little boy’s cheek, stopping short in front of his face. A finger pointed in his face, Misty sighing, at a loss for anything sarcastic or utterly destroying. Eyes only able to express a worn pity, she murmured. “…such a disappointment. Another stain left on humanity…”

Not explaining herself, not caring for anything at the current time, Misty turned her back to the wall. She lit up a cigarette, ignoring the pain associated with movement after having gotten over the shock of the scenario. Taking a drag, grey eyes dull, she spoke without having any target in particular. “I…can think of…some place that might’ve withheld the…apocalypse but it’s a good forty five minutes, an hour away. And if it’s in ruins, we’re assed out. I’ll gladly take any ideas…”

(ooc: a little scattered but hey, its something There, happy? )

[Vector]

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