Hidden Power

Claude

Pathetic kids, on an island hiding from some ‘nasty men’ in suits. He kicked a stone staring out at the sea. Wasn’t even fit to swim in, one idiotic child had gone swimming once and ended up dying of some mutations. So, forget escaping from this godforsaken place. He tossed another stone and watched it skim across the water finally sinking.

Least weather was nice, a lovely glowing pulsing ball hanging from the sky, like some radiant Christmas bauble. A beautiful reflection over the clear blue sea; even being how he was, he did have to admit it was truly enchanting.

Slipping his shoes and socks off, he felt the dry yellow sand sprinkle through his toes. It wasn’t Hawaii, it wasn’t Spain, but it would do.

What he didn’t want was any of those little children going over to him and bothering him. He didn’t abide by morons and well ‘accidents’ have happened before. Bloody, eviscerating ‘accidents’.

Claude grinned, and sat down, closing his eyes as he remembered the little idiot flailing about trying to keep it all in. How pathetic and puny he’d been not realizing that he was going to die. Crying like a little baby. At least his parents hadn’t screamed they just did what they were told decorating the lawn like some morbid painter, with a ‘heart warming’ shade of red, circling them as they lost all life.

It was after that they realized he needed to be sorted and no more musical orphanages. The crimson flow of those ‘accidents’ went through his mind, sending him into ecstasy and beyond. Like some cheap street grade drug. A little murder it’s rocks the mind, and rocks the body. Most of all there nothing else like it.

He would live, they’d all die, and he’d then let those men in suits know you don’t mess with Mr Weathers. You don’t mess with Claude. The boy no one could say no to. The cold and cruel sixteen year old.

Survival and nothing else.

Name: Jeremy Schol (He calls himself Dust and that's how he introduces himself. Why? It seems that nobody knows.)

Age(13+): 17

Gender: Male

Personality: He's extremely defensive and protective over the ones he cares about and will do anything to ensure their safety and well-being. However, he seems dark and morbid, often smirking at the most horrible of times. He's got backbone and a lot of wit. He's also quite sarcastic and unafraid to say what he is thinking, about others...About himself and his past, however, he is extremely secretive. These secrets often torment him and he often has vivid nightmares. If you manage to break his shell, you'll discover a real softy who is more lost than he lets on. He's also very romantic if you'll give him the chance.

Appearance: Wavy brown hair that hangs infront of his face in an unruly, untamable fashion. He has stunning blue eyes and his face usually hides his true emotion. He's tall and fairly muscular, though not bulging.

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Powers(up to three *3*): Can shape-shift into different big cats, talk to predatory animals, can charm others to do his bidding (This only lasts about an hour before the charm ends)

Government, or Gifted teen: Obviously, Gifted Teen

History: He grew up with a drunk and meth addict as a father. He never knew his mother and his younger sister who he had loved dearly was murdered brutally by one of the drug-dealers his father owed money to when she was 14 and he was 15. He chooses to shove aside the rest of his path and holds his whole story inside. Nobody knows anything about his family.

Other: He carries his sister's journal around with him, occasionally reading through the pages when he gets the time alone. It's an extremely long journal, 700 pages totalled. He also loves thunder and lightning and late-night walks under star-filled skies. He's a daydreamer and may go into silent spells where he will be thinking of what could have been and what will be.

NIKKI

The G.O. escorted us out of the house, a thousand thoughts ran through my mind, to fast for me to catch any of them. I looked over at thunder. I didn't know him well, like i said... no physical contact for three years. So i tried to avoid people at all costs, but one can't live without some sort of social interaction... right? I looked down at myself, hoping i looked okay. All i had was my looks, and i would be damned if anyone was going to take that from me. I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. I had talked to him once before, i believe he called himself dust... i had the feeling that wasn't his real name. He looked up and saw me, i must of looked pained still cause his expression softened for a moment.

He had seemed to me like a closed in, kind of, dark sort of guy. He often looked pained. But i knew there had to be more to him then that. He was only about a year older then me. I scowled at the G.O. who urged us on. I looked up at thunder, he didn't look the least bit impressed.

JEREMY ^DUST^

I watched the G.O. escort them. Strange that they only took a couple of us at a time rather than everybody. I suppose it could be considered less dangerous that way, but I wasn't exactly one who cared too much about danger. Okay, so that's a lie. Danger should be avoided, and yet I always get myself into it.

Nikki turned her head and spotted me. She looked like she was in pain... Pain that probably could have been stopped. How do you even know their names? I wondered to myself. I know most of their names. The one with Nikki enjoyed being called Thunder, but I was unaware of his real name. The girl was Faith. I would have to name the G.O. as well. Tracy seemed fitting for him. I smirked.

Well I couldn't very well just stand here. G.O.'s usually meant for trouble. Usually I tried to avoid trouble, despite what little reputation as a dark horror I had. You can't judge a book... I shook my head, I needed to stop thinking. Thinking lead to memories that I usually tried my hardest to shake off. I could go help Nikki. I racked my brain, trying to remember what her gift was. Pain. Touch her skin and both would be enveloped by a ridiculous pain. And how do you know that Dust? I have no clue how I knew, I just did.

I shifted into a leopard, stalking behind them. I doubted that they really needed saving, but meh. I really had nothing better to do. Better yet, if I was an animal, Thunder couldn't take over my soul considering an animal's soul is much different than a human's and unihabitable. I didn't even know I knew he could do that... Alright, so I knew more about these people than I first thought I did. I stalked at a fairly safe distance, rather enjoying myself.

Name: General S. Laruzelski

Age(13+): 57

Gender: Male

Personality: A man who has little mercy, but a lot of pride. He has a blatent disregard for all human life and people live in disgust and fear of him. His life is his work and service to the Government as well as the Armed Forces. He is cold, emotionless and not a person who is negotiable.

Appearance: Receeding hair line, spectacles, khaki General's uniform and beige leather shoes, imported from Russia.

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Abilities: As Leading First Minister of the Special Services, Laruzelski has the ability to control the over-seeing of the "Children with special abilities" and nuture the program in the Nation's favour. He has a wide spread militairy influence at his disposal too, as a retired General.

Government, or Gifted teen: Government Official

History: He joined the army as a Regimental officer when he was just 22, before graduating Military University three years later and being promoted to a Major. By the time he was 31, he'd fought in several wars as a commander and was honoured with a Special Medal Of Honour. Three years later, Laruzelski was made a Colonel for his efforts on behalf of the nation. When he reached 42, he was made a General by the President.
Some say he retired later that year, but what really happened was this: Laruzelski kept his rank as General but was assigned to a Secret regiment of the US Government, to control and retain children of special abilities and nuture them to help the state. Under the 117th Constitution, Laruzelski was made Leading First Minister of the Special Service although he still prefers his rank, General.

Other: His weakness comes when his power is threatened by others.

Raine

Upon following them to where ever they were going I noticed something, the soft footsteps of another predator. Moving I turned my head left to right. On my right I saw the other shifter, who I think was named was Dust. Standing still, I watched to see what he was doing and contemplated to see if I should try and get his attention.

Well numerous things could happen if I did try to get his attention, such as: One, I could make a mistake and get caught, Two, I could accidentally get him or the both of us caught, and Three: everything would turn out okay and neither of us would get caught. Although I went with my instinct I chose to just leave him alone. Heck, if I noticed him then he might notice me.

Suddenly loud booming footsteps sounded near, and they were getting closer. I heard the shouting of one G.O. members; “Here comes General S. Laruzelski”. Looking up I noticed a tall man that wore spectacles,had on beige leather shoes and a Khaki Generals uniform. He also had a receding hairline on the top of his head. He was right above me, tall and menacing. So I sunk deep into the ground and prayed that he would not spot me.

General Laruzelski

I walked past the four G.O. members that were saluting infront of me. I didn't have any need to talk to them, it would be a measly waste of my time. I stopped, mid-walk as I looked down to my right. There was something there yet I was unsure what it could possibly be. I clicked my fingers sharply and three G.Os came running over.

"Sir?" One asked, his ginger hair whisping in the light breeze.

"Sir? 'Tis General, kiddo."

"Sorry, general, what can we do?" He muttered.

"Down there, there's something," I grunted. They all looked at me bewildered, "Well, Harold, don't stay there waiting for the next shit storm or for me to come and grip your bo-jangles. Have a look."

"Yes, General!"

NIKKI

One of the go members ran over and snatch a grey cat. But i knew better then that, it was probably Raine. General Laruzelski turned to us.
"More of your kind." He scowled, obviously not a very friendly guy. "well, get them moving, i want all of them to the other island before sundown." I crossed my arms and ran my fingers through my hair, gazing into the distance. He scoffed and i looked up at him, standing straight. The G.O. went to grab my arm, where a bit of skin was showing but i quickly pulled away.
"Touch me and we'll both regret it."

General Laruzelski

"Well, move 'em on, Harold," I scowled, looking at the girl. "Don't touch her skin though, will ya Harold? Otherwise you'll end up like a skinned pig in the hot Sunday sun, and that ain't sarcasm."

"Yes, General," The G.O. replied. His name wasn't Harold, but he felt the need not to question me and if he did, it might become amusing.

I walked away from the line-up of kids and clambered into the helicopter which had two G.O. pilots and a gunman. I nodded to the pilot and he took me over to the North Island Headquarters. It was a big, grey and frankly bland building that looked over a training facility that was priority of the Special Service.

"When we land, Harold, I want you to get me on the phone to the President. Tell him it's an issue of national importance and if he don't pick-up, his country's gonna look like the inside of a cat's nipple at bathtime."

"Yes, General," the Co-pilot replied in haste.

"Thank you Harold."

NIKKI

They shoved us into a helicopter, then threw Raine in with us. She had shifted back now, into a human. I saw dust, they grabbed him and forced him in to. He looked uneasy about all this. I pushed myself as far away from everyone as i could. The general guy climbed in the front. Dust held out his hand. I hesitated but shook it.

"I'm dust, i believe i know you from somewhere?" I smiled remembering that day, i had run into him one day at my favorite hang out. We talked for hours, i told him all about me and my 'friends' well as much as i knew about them.
"Ya, we've hung out once." He pursed his lips and went into thought, then he smiled.
"Right."

General Laruzelski

The helicopter set down on top of the grey HQ. I clambered out and took my briefcase, walking up to a phone just inside the door next to the landing surface. I picked up the telephone assuming the President was on the other line.

"Laruzelski?" said the voice.

"Yep, I'm here, Sir," I replied triumphantly over the phone, "We should have the small lads and ladies in the compound by midnight."

"Someone said there was a national emergency."

I laughed. "Dunno who'd possibly tell you that, Sir. Must'a been Harold. I'll see to it, don't you worry. Laruzelski out, Sir."

I hung up and walked over to the fenced off balcony overlooking the training facility. In the distance I could see trains trailing from the ports, transporting these so called "Special" kids.

Once I was finished with them. I'd make them machines... Machines of war.

Sorry I haven't posted for a while. I don't understand what's happening. I mean, I read all the posts, but I still don't quite get it.

NIKKI

This was insane, no way was I going in the military. Did they not understand, if i touch someone else, not only do they get hurt... so do I. I saw that stupid general, hanging up a phone. He walked over to us. I sulked away a bit. he got extremely close to use, blabbing on about us being 'special' that just made me feel mental. My hands were extremely sweating so i pulled them off. He got right into my face, all i got hear was my head pounding. But he had raised his hand. I didn't take time to think that maybe he was just making a gesture. I slapped his face.

It didn't go right across, because i froze up as the pain flew into my body full force. His face twisted in horror and pain. I sputtered, then screamed once. Then the pain overwhelmed me, my throat began to burn, my legs turned into jello. It never lightened up, in fact every time i touched someone it got worse.

General Laruzalski

I crumpled to the ground, holding my face as I fell. Instantly, I shot back up, by this time, gloved G.O.s had ran up to her and restrained her. She still appeared to be in some pain and it mildly looked as though they were struggling to hold her up too. Staring her straight in the face, I mused.

"Harold," I said, turning to a GO behind me.

"Yes, General?" He responded, surprised I had picked him.

"Get this Missy's friendly audience moving along would you, whilst I have a personal word with her."

"Yes, General."

"Now, Missy, can you do me an honour and tell me your name," I said menacingly, "Or the other Harold here will sock you like a fresh tomato."

"No!" She squealed.

"Right. Harold, take her to the jails and leave her for the night, I'll refresh our little chat in the morning. Night night, Missy."

NIKKI

"No!" I screamed.
"Right. Harold, take her to the jails and leave her for the night, I'll refresh our little chat in the morning. Night night, Missy." He waved his hand as they dragged me off. I fought against them, but they wouldn't let up. I got violently shoved into a cell.
"You know, you could have just told him your name." I looked up at him scowling.
"Shut up Harold." He groaned and rolled his eyes.
"My name is chad." He closed the door and locked it. This would be fun.I sighed, sitting on the hard cot.