i am very sorry...very soory...for not posting...i am doing exams at this moment
can anyone tell me what ahd happened?? if i can, i can go back to posting
John McClane: Drop it. It's the police. Tony: You won't hurt me. John McClane: Oh, yeah? Why not? Tony: Because you're a policeman. There are rules for policemen. John McClane: Yeah. That's what my captain keeps telling me
Riley's soft voice, somewhat different to the one he'd heard from her earlier, reached his ears from the bathroom. "But can I be this Riley?"
What was she doing in there? Changing shape, he understood that much. But...why was she taking so long? Why was she concerned about people seeing 'this Riley'? He knew she'd told him to stay put, but where was the harm in checking up on her? Surely she wouldn't mind. Maybe he'd even be able to help somehow, though he couldn't quite think of how.
He reached the doorway, looking in. "Riley?"
She spun, a look of shock and horror on her face. This definitely wasn't the girl he'd met, but that wasn't to say she wasn't beautiful. Fiery red hair seemed to hold itself close about her face, accentuating her soft features, particularly those light green eyes. Why on earth did she pick that blonde girl over this?
But she clearly didn't want him seeing her like this, for she was backing away, arms raised to hide her face from him. Taking the hint, he abruptly turned away so that he couldn't see her. She could change shape again if she wanted. But he didn't walk away, either. Instead, he simply asked, "Riley? What's wrong?"
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
She couldn't believe she had been so foolish as to let something like this happen. Since she aquired her powers she had only ever let one other person see the real her, and that had ended so badly.
Riley quickly changed again. She took on the appearance of a girl she had once known. The mirror reflected the girl's short stature and plain features. Complete with shoulder length brown hair that felt so coarse in Riley's hands, and cloudy grey eyes.
"Nothing is wrong," she assured Michael. "Besides we have more important things to worry about." Changing the subject she brought up a subject she had been considering earlier. "I was thinking about the hunters at the mall, and there had to have been other powered's there if they hadn't been after us. I think we should go and try to track them down. Maybe we even saw one of them while we were there."
Michael turned back around and familiarized himself with Riley's new appearance. He didn't seem impressed, which hadn't been the point. Blending in was the only thing she needed to do. "Are you sure?" Michael asked. Riley pondered for a moment whether he meant something about her appearance, rather than returning to the danger of earlier that day.
"Not every person with powers knows of the hunters, and unlike us not every person with powers is able to evade them and not every person with powers uses them sparingly." she said. "But I know for a fact that any hunter wouldn't go after someone they had been tracking for a long time in a mall, and no person being hunted would go to a mall."
Michael seemed to understand her logic, but not her desire to put her life back in danger. It was how she was wired though; always after an adventure. But now the decision was up to Michael. If he was to travel with her, Riley would have to learn to coexist. She knew personally what happened when someone tried to take control.
*sorry it's sorta long. We need to get the other powereds back in the game!*
They waited for the Hunter's reply. "Hunter, sir..." Marisol whispered when there was none. He looked distracted and when he spoke his eyes never left the girl"Hmmm?"
Jacob attempted to leave Marisol's supporting side but collapsed back into her, his arm gently sliding around her shoulder. A tingle, no, a flutter, errupted all throughout Marisol's body. Her arms tingled and her cheeks burned everytime she glanced at Jacob. What the hells wrong with me?
"I asked if she was a new recruit," Jacob stated huskily.
If I can impact one person, just one, with my writing before I die, then I've lived a great life
The Hunter paused, turning from the girl to inspect two of his Hunters. "The depends," he said softly. "on what your colleagues have to say for themselves. They very nearly let her get away, deciding apparently that she was of lesser priority than a werewolf she had been talking to."
The Hunter motioned Marisol and Jacob into his office, pulling the girl with him. "One would hope," he continued silkily. "I could expect better behavior on your behalf. The Hunters in question may not be in my employment much longer, unless they have a very good explanation for their actions. The girl is... Backup, shall I say?"
"The grasshopper!... Mind the grasshopper!... A grasshopper not only turns, it hops!... It hops!... And it hops jolly high!" ~Erik, The Phantom of the Opera
"The girl is... Backup, shall I say?" Izzy snorted at this, and then when all three people turned to look at her she doubled over into loud, hysterical laughter. You're not taking this seriously, a voice, probably the sensible part of her mind, whispered in her head, stop it now, find a way to escape. But Izzy wasn't listening; she was through with feeling scared, with feeling like she was powerless, with not even being able to run away. Sure, she might suck at fighting, but it was better to try than to be a slave, right? Unless you're cleverer than that, the voice urged her now, unless you think of a better way to fight them. Izzy was straightening up now, her laughs were dying out. Taking a deep breath, she flashed a quick, sarcastic smile at the hunters as one last thought formed itself in her petrified, but still determined, mind. Fight from the inside ...
((So possibly she could work with the hunters and betray them to the powereds the whole time? If that won't work then don't worry ))
"It is curious how often you humans manage to obtain that which you do not want."
He started to take a step towards the Hunter before falling back onto Marisol. His face reddened slightly in embarrassment, though he did like the feeling of her shoulders under his arm. "I asked if she is a new recruit."
"The depends on what your colleagues have to say for themselves. They very nearly let her get away, deciding apparently that she was of lesser priority than a werewolf she had been talking to." The Hunter motioned for them to follow him and the girl into his office.
Jacob shivered slightly as he and Marisol stepped forward.
"One would hope. I could expect better behavior on your behalf. The Hunters in question may not be in my employment much longer, unless they have a very good explanation for their actions. The girl is... Backup, shall I say?"
The girl suddenly burst into laughter. The Hunter gave her a sharp look as the other two looked a little apprehensive. She finally calmed herself, though, and the Hunter turned his attention back to his employees. "Do you understand?"
Marisol and Jacob nodded in comprehension. Their leader paused. "Is something wrong with you, Jacob?"
He gulped. "Just an accident with another of your employees. I'm not sure exactly what happened, but I'm already feeling a little better."
The Hunter just watched him for a moment before smirking with comprehension. "I doubt it will interfere with your hunts Jacob; however, you might want to get some rest." He waved them out.
Once out of earshot, Marisol frowned at him. "What exactly happened?"
"I don't know. I was jogging, and I heard someone following me. I hid so I could observe their reactions, and then... it was nuts, with powers flying everywhere, and someone had a gun."
He rubbed his forehead wearily. "The only thing I remember for sure were the strings. There was this whole web of them, and they stuck to me so they could suck... suck something out of me I think. I saw the girl's face afterward; she said she was a hunter. Come to think of it, I may have seen her somewhere before. But she said I was 'under her control', whatever that means."
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
"Under her control?" Marisol asked leading Jacob up the stairs."Do you think she's really controling you?" Jacob shrugged.
"Beats me. As of now I feel....fine." he replied matter of factly and the finality in his voice was clear. End of subject.
Marisol glanced at him. She was concerned. I have a right to be, don't I? He is my partner.... Her eyes traveled back to his face as they entered his room. But maybe.....NO. She shook her head. He's just a partner.
"Are you okay?" Marisol looked up. Jacob had made his way to the edge of his bed and openly examined her. "What are you thinking?"
"I gotta go, Jake. I, um, I guess I'll see ya later. Get some rest, K?" Her cheeks flared bright red and before she left she stole a quick glance at him. There it was again. The freakin butterflies in her stomach were going crazy.
Marisol crossed the hall to her room. She plopped down in the window seat. Right now Ihave bigger things to be worrying about. Like not getting in trouble with the Hunter. Those other hunters were in for a big scary wake up call when they got back to the mansion. An involuntary shiver skittered up her spine.
If I can impact one person, just one, with my writing before I die, then I've lived a great life
When he turned back around, she had changed again, a new, much more unnoticeable girl standing in front of him. He was a little saddened that she didn't seem to trust him enough to let him see 'that Riley', but living in fear of the hunters had probably made her that way. Maybe he was being too trusting of her... But again, he didn't think so. Otherwise she would have taken him to something that seemed to be a rebel complex. A hunter wouldn't allow themselves to become isolated with a target, nor put themselves in a position where the target could escape. Or so he reasoned, anyway.
This new plan, though. He had a few reservations about that. They'd be pitting themselves against the hunters, when they should be trying to distance themselves as much as possible.
That said, he knew that they'd probably have the equipment they needed to track them down if they needed to. They'd recognised that Riley had powers, after all. Her shape shifting only seemed to be able to evade them as long as they weren't in the same place. They'd probably be safer if they could get a few more together.
"Alright." He said, "But where would we start? The mall's out, since I doubt anyone would want to go back there now the hunters are there. And I don't know where else we'd check."
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
She pondered over this for a moment. "Very true," she said. In fact, she hadn't the slightest clue where they could possibly come across any other lone powereds.
Riley bit her lip as she racked her brain for something. There had to have been multiple powereds at the mall, or else the amount of hunters present would have been wasteful. The only thing Riley could think of was to just go about their normal lives until another powered just showed up.
But who knew how long that would take.
Riley sighed. "I really don't either."
*wow, seems I have written myself into a dilemma :/ And there are actually a lot less powered characters than I had thought...yeah.*
((Sorry about that, I wasn't sure what to have him say))
Jacob, light-illusion, hunter
"I gotta go, Jake. I, um, I guess I'll see ya later. Get some rest, K?"
Jacob frowned slightly at Marisol. "Okay, if you're sure..."
She whipped out of the room.
He sighed and flopped back on the bed. He hadn't been completely truthful with Marisol, but then how was he supposed to explain this strange emptiness he felt in his chest? Anyways, he felt pretty good besides that and being tired.
His eyes slipped shut of their own accord. The bed really was very comfortable...
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
"Indeed the safest road to Hell is the gradual one-- the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, without milestones, without signposts." --The Screwtape Letters by C. S. Lewis
Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong. — Neil Gaiman
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