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Connor

I wandered the streets, my mind spinning slightly. Thoughts of quitting, burning that costume, and just being normal just bounced around in my skull. No, not normal...I could never be normal, never just leave my powers. I wanted those people, the ones who focused on me, saying I was the bad guy for being hard, and using some questionable means. The religious extremists who just called me a demon. The kids who ran from me, because my power was a bit to scary. Well, they hadn’t seen just how bad I could get.

Wait, no, I couldn’t abandon them. It wasn’t about being liked, or thanked, it was about saving people. Hero is a job with low thanks for the dark ones. Still, there was a nagging in the back of my head, a want to abandon them.

Mel

Mel began to pack the lunch for the picnic in the park, refusing her brother's attempts to force her to take the alcoholic jelly with a grin on her face. She made enough food for four people without realising it, but stuffed it all into her bag none the less.

With a smile and a wave, she left the house and made for the park. It wasn't long before she was just beside the strange statue. She layed out the blanket on the grass, lying out on it and waiting for Nick to show. With a yawn, she stretched out her arms, frowning as her headache began to return. She could still feel the jagged scab across the back of her head. She ruffled the back of her auburn hair absent mindedly, hoping that Nick wouldn't notice the wound. She didn't want any awkward questions and she was a terrible liar.

Nick/Mynah

It was six minutes later than Nick had stated when he finally arrived at the statue grinning. "Hey Mel!"

"Nick, you slowpoke, I was starting to think you wouldn't show." Her grin faded a little. "What happened?"

"Oh, I had to make a little side trip," he said vaguely, taking a seat.

"No, I mean why are you limping?"

Nick stiffened slightly, but he didn't miss a beat. "That? I cut my leg yesterday after school. I was chopping vegetables for dinner and dropped the knife. It's painful but not serious."

She opened her mouth to ask something else, but Nick cut her off. "I almost forgot, they found Mr. Thompson this morning."

Mel

"Oh, they did?" Mel looked up at him curiously. "So he was okay then?"

Nick paused a little. "Yeah, he'll live." Mel moved away from the subject swiftly, gesturing for Nick to take a seat.

"So where did the knife get you? You sure you're okay?" Nick nodded, smiling.

"Sure I'm okay, it wasn't anything to serious."

Mel grinned and produced a sandwich, handing him the neatly wrapped cling film parcel. "Nothing that one of my sandwiches can't fix."

Nick thanked her for the sandwich and they ate their way through the picnic, chatting endlessly. Mel yawned and rubbed at her eyes; she hadn't gotten much sleep due to her pounding head. Then suddenly, she gasped as one of the green contacts she used to conceal her golden falcon eyes slipped out and fell somewhere below. A surge of panic flooded through her.

She slapped her palm over it, looking around.

"What's up?" Nick said, looking at her curiously.

"I ugh... got a fly in my eye," Mel said, staying very still and scanning the picnic blanket below.

"Let me see," Nick said, shuffling closer.

"No!" she cried, stammering at the intensity of the shout. "It... um... hurts."

She had to find a way out of this... and fast.

*Hehe! You can decide what happens Buggy *

((Thanks, Bolt. Nice avvie, btw, but won't that cause a bit of trouble? :S And Aqua, did Hannah become Rachel midway through your post? xD))

Cara/Death

"The walls have ears, y'know." Java's voice reached Cara just as she entered the kitchen, wearing a floaty top - not exactly her style.

"Is there something you want to say to me, then, Hannah?" Cara's voice was serious, but there was a little twinkle in her eye that Java hadn't missed. Hannah, however, looked panicked.

"Uh, nothing bad," she said, recovering a little. "I just think you and my brother - "

Java swotted her with the newspaper and cut her off, laughing. She shot him a look and slumped down in front of the TV.

((Sorry, I'm totally not sure where to go with this. xP))

Nick/Mynah

Nick frowned. "You really should just let me look at your eye. What if your cornea gets punctured?"

"It's fine, Nick, just-"

"Hang on..." He picked up the contact lens. "Is this yours? I didn't know you needed contacts." Nick pushed the glasses up his nose. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Mel

Mel's mouth gaped like a fish trapped on land. She cursed herself for being such a bad liar. "I didn't think it would matter," she finally managed to say. "I mean, it's just contacts."

"Then why are you acting so strange about it?" Nick said, holding out the little watery curve. Mel took it, wondering if it was wise to put it back in. Nick frowned, tilting his head slightly.

Mel turned away from him, angling her mobile phone screen towards the light so she could have a sort of mirror to aid her when trying to put the contact back in. She blinked a couple of times as the green masked the gold irises.

Phew.. Panic over. She hoped that Nick didn't catch a glimpse of what her eye colour really was. She knew she probably couldn't lie her way out of that one.

Java

The TV turned onto the news at first, Hannah grimaced and was about to turn the channel when I grabbed the remote from her and turned the volume up. Our local news presenter was looking serious as usual, but the news he was talking about caught my attention.

"And there's just been reports of a fire in a house in Astle Street. Witnesses say that although small, several family members are trapped in the possibly fatal flame."
Grabbing the remote, Hannah flicked the TV onto disney channel and settled down.
I turned to Cara.
"We've got to go. People are dying."
She nodded at Hannah.
"But what about her?"
I grimaced and pulled Hannah to her feet.
"C'mon kid, we're going for a walk."
She complained as I made her put her shoes on, but came willingly enough when Cara and I took a hand each and strode as quick as possible down the street.

((Ok?))

I'm gonna have Marrow catch on fire for the find out

Marrow/ Connor

Sirens roared, and I saw fire trucks, police, and ambulances charge down the road. Trouble was a brewing. I slipped on my hoodie, and a pair of shades, and jumped onto an ambulance top. extending my bones into claws to stay a top, I rode over to the scene. When I arrived I jumped off, and made a thin layer of bone over my skin before jumping into the flames.

Dalia/ Mistique

I was heading down the sidewalk, my costume underneath my clothes and my mask in my bag, when I heard sirens and police cars wailing past me. Looking up, I saw something smoldering behind the houses that lined the street.

I quickly tied on the mask and made a beeline towards the fire, hopping fences along the way. I dropped my hoodie and bag down under a nearby tree before coming upon the burning home. I could hear the screams from inside.

I ran forward, only to be halted by a police officer.

"Whoa, there girly," the man chuckled. "Nobody goes in there without a police badge." He tapped the one on his chest.

I thought quickly before jumping on an ambulance and proceeding to climb through the second floor window, despite the shouts to come down.

((What's going on now? Summer, we kinda planned this for Java, Cara and Connor over in the DT... Any idea how we can work you in? :/ I won't mention you here; I'm not sure how to as yet.))

Cara/Death

"Where are we going, Java?" Hannah moaned, dragging her feet. "I wanted to watch TV."

"We're going for a walk," Cara muttered, repeating Java's cover story. Usually she didn't watch the news to avoid situations like this, but this was what a hero did. She couldn't run from it. Meanwhile, Hannah had begun to pout.

"There'd better be a good reason for this," she said to Java, and Cara almost laughed as Java's features contorted with anxiety. He was up against villains everyday, and his little sister still wrapped him round her little finger with no effort whatsoever. I suppose he loves her.

The house was up ahead, but Cara could smell the smoke. She hid beneath the hood of a fleece Java'd found her, and Hannah giggled as Java did the same.

"Only chavs do that. I don't want to be seen with you two! Anyone asks, we're not related." She turned to Cara. "Innit yeah."

Cara ignored her and began to run for the burning house. She heard Java pull back and drag Hannah towards the surrounding crowd of people. He seemed to see someone he knew, a woman who nodded and smiled. He bent down to Hannah and muttered something; she nodded, and a few seconds later he backed away and had rejoined Cara, who was staring at the house.

"I think we need to get in round the back," she whispered. "Here's too exposed."

Java nodded and the two of them rushed around to the back of the house, amid shouts from policemen. Cara spotted the back door first and ran towards it, praying that the police hadn't followed fast enough. She felt for the kitchen knives she'd "borrowed" from Java's place, and dived into the flames.

(( I might be slightly bad at describing the fire xD so sorry about that ))

Java/Flux

I pulled the hood closer around my head and followed Cara into the flames, holding my breath as I did so.
It was unbearably hot, I could feel the heat pressing in on me from all sides. Beads of sweat started to drip down my forehead and I ran blindly forward, tryomg to avoid the flames.
I tapped Cara on the back and transformed into a wolf as she turned round and nodded.
"Good idea." she mouthed.
I found it a lot easier to move around in this form, and I could smell people a lot better with the sharp, wolf's nose.
I didn't know whether Cara was following me or not, I just followed the smell of terrified humans.

((sorry it's short, I'm a little busy and I'm not too sure where to go with it. Sorry xD ))

Cara/Death

Cara watched as Java shifted, and mouthed her approval. She almost wished she could do the same. The smoke was choking her, despite the teatowel wrapped around her face - another addition from Java's kitchen. She still breathed, and it was making her cough, a natural reflex to get the dust out of her lungs. Did she really need to keep breathing?

She stopped suddenly, and began to hold her breath, but released it before she'd even reached ten seconds. Now was not the time to test her limits.

Java was leading the way in his wolf form, and Cara trusted his senses to lead them to any people who might still be inside. What had the news bulletin said? Cara couldn't remember details, but then she heard a scream, coming from one of the rooms to her left. Java leaped ahead of her, faster on his four legs than she could ever be on two.

They were huddled in a corner: a mother with two young children, a girl and a boy. Their clothes were blackened with soot, and Cara could see that one of the children, the boy, was unconscious. She produced the knife and their eyes grew wide, but Cara shook her head and began to cut through their sleeves, telling the mother with mouthed words to tie it round her children's mouths. The woman did the same for her own.

Cara motioned for them to get up, but the woman shook her head. Cara met her eyes and saw them swimming, the pupils oddly unfocussed. They've been here for too long. Cara began to pull them up, but the children clung to the mother, and their combined weight was too much. She turned to ask Java for help, but she faced the tail of the wolf. And in front of him was a boy covered in a layer of blackened bone, wearing shades over his eyes. Bone. Marrow.

Java growled and Cara knew that he couldn't speak, even if he'd wanted to. If he were to change in front of Marrow, his identity would be revealed. Did he really want to take that risk? And who was she, this girl accompanied by a hero Death was close to, holding a knife? Well, even if Java's identity wasn't blown, Death's might well be. It depended on Marrow putting two and two together. Maybe the teatowel and hood would give her cover, and maybe he'd already spotted her.

For a moment, nobody spoke, and the flames lapped at their feet.

Connor

"Death?" I asked, it was hard to tell with my shades on, and smoke hovering around me. She nodded. "Good, come on, we have to break through that wall, the stairs just collapsed."

Death lead the the family behind me. I pressed my hands against the nearest walls, and pushed pure bone into the cracks. It took nearly no time for the wall to break. A trampoline appeared below us, and Death jumped down with the others. I took a breath and was about to jump when I felt the floor under me give way.

There was a burst in temperature as I hit the ground, my whole body must have been on fire. With a tug something pulled me out of the fire. My eyes fluttered open, and I saw a black furred wolf, not natural though. Flux. I shot up, and threw my hood off with out thinking. My body was fine with its bone, but my identity no longer was.

Flux's wolf eyes widened in surprise, it took him a second to register, but he knew Marrow was Connor.

Nick/Mynah

Nick shrugged. "Whatever, it's not a big deal." Internally though, he was curious. She was obviously disturbed that he'd seen her contact drop out. Why?

He tucked the thought carefully in the back of his mind. "So... what did you pack to eat?" he asked with a smile.