Revolution [open/started]

Kat
Kat turned the oven on so she could begin to cook dinner for her brother and herself. He father had not been home in a few days because of work, but he was ment to be home yesterday. Kat did not like her father all that much, but after all he was her father. She did feel a little worried. She sighed and began to cook. "You know, I would not care if he never came back. You do all the work anyway, Kat. He just spends it all with the drugs. I would not care if he went to he..." Andrew began to say.
"Don't talk like that, Andrew." Kat said. "He just misses mom, that's all." She said, putting the rolls into the oven.
"Kat, that was seven years ago. He needs to move on." He hops up on the counter next to her and looks her in the eyes. "It is just not fair that you do all of this and he does not care."
"I agree with you, I do. He is our father, though. It is just another bump in the road." Kat said.
"No, he is bigger than a bump." Andrew said.
Kat could not help but laugh. She put a lid over the top of the pot so it could sit and she sat next to Andrew. She grabbed the remote next to her and turns the TV on. It was news about the mutants, so she sighed and changed the channel. "Kat?" Andrew said.
She turned to face him. "Yes?"
"Do you ever worry about the mutants?"
"Doesn't everyone? Of course I am a little worried, but I know that we are safe for the most part. I try not to let it bother me." Kat said. She got off the counter to check the food and it was done. Andrew got out the plates and got a huge spoonful of chicken alfredo. "That is a little much." She said getting herself some.
"I am a growing boy." He laughed. "I need a lot."
Kat just rolled her and put some food on her plate. She looked at the food she had left and looked back at Andrew. "If you want to invite the Marshals over, we have enough." Kat said.
Andrew thanked her and went to the phone and called their house. For some reason, my dad trusted them. "I left them a message." He said.
"Okay. I guess we will see if they will come." Kat said. She sat at the table and stared at her food. She began to think more about the mutants. What were they like? She had never really seen one and was not really wanting too. What would happen if she was confronted with one? Kat tried to shake the thoughts out of her head. She smiled at Andrew and sipped on her water.

Henry Carrington ground the stub of his cigarette into the concrete wall he was leaning against, reducing it to ashes. Tobacco was expensive nowadays; it had been in-lawed, outlawed, again and again, but after a mutant raid on the factory the other month it was as scarce. Technically he had quit years ago, but what his wife and son didn’t know didn’t hurt them, there were more harmful things in the world out there than smoke.
Henry checked his watch, mutants. That’s what he was here for, and as usual they wasted his time, societies time, and everyone’s money the dirty creatures didn’t even have the initiative to raid a warehouse full of something they actually needed to clean up their pathetic slum, but oh no, it was tobacco… always tobacco.
Hurry up.
His mind urged the coach on, any minute now the mutant bus should arrive to drop off the delivery, and if he was going to get them any respectable clothes it would need to arrive before the shops closed. He swore he smelt it before he heard it. The overriding stench of filth and grime was stronger than the crunch of wheels on wet gravel. The Bus rumbled to a stop, letting out a sad sounding breath of steam as its breaks heaved in on itself and the door shuddered open. A roughly shaven man with skin sagging off his bones closed one eye and took a good look at the customer, he himself sprouting not one but three cigarettes simultaneous from his mouth, however none were lit.
“Ka-ring-tin?” He asked, reading badly off a scrap of paper, his illiteracy was appalling.
“Yes.” Henry snapped and glared; the man pulled two snivelling mutants from behind him and shoved them down the stairs, their bright coloured collars matching their glowing cuffs. Henry looked down at them, grovelling on the ground, so dirty he could barely tell their genders. One was smaller than the other and seemed a lot more afraid; the other just gazed up with hatred.
Henry put out both of his gloved hands, he had been assured that they were in proper health, but he couldn’t be too sure considering the deathly disease was spread through the blood of the mutants. The smaller one took his hand and he helped it up, eyeing its ghastly attire.
Good. There was still time to get them dressed into something more suitable.

James practiced his scales and arpeggios, letting his fingers dance over the keys, jumping the triads and melodic minors. The piano was his place. His sanctuary. Where he felt at peace. Playing its rich music was what he thought he was best at.
But of course father thought he was good at everything. And mother thought he should be a chef even though he burnt everything he baked.
The sound of the key and handle of the door rang out through the hall and James tilted himself back in his seat to peek at who it might be. His father entered, smiling and brushing the dust from his gloves seeming oblivious to the two strange hunches standing behind him. Were they mutants?
“Who are the guests?” James called out over the chiming clock as the first one peered at him with large and frightful eyes.
His father merely shook his head, “They’re no-one James, don’t worry about it”.
“Are they here to stay?” James persisted, “Is that why you moved two beds into one of the spare rooms?”
“Don’t worry about it James.” His father repeated in a harsh tone. James closed his mouth. As they filed past Henry passed him a book, another textbook on mutants, something James had been studying this past year. He had taken a particular interest in the topic, thoroughly researching all aspects of them in his free time. He placed the book on the top of the piano and followed his father at distance until getting bored and heading back to his own room after retrieving the book. His window overlooked a beautiful pasture framed by a small forest and creek, it was James favourite place to play when he was younger, he had gone out there every day until last year.
Last year.
James looked down at his wrist where the bird had bitten him when he had found it injured in the pasture and just the thought drew his attention back to the ache on his heart. He hadn’t told them yet. His family. His parents were so proud of him, so happy with his education and good health. They had always warned him not to stray too far from the house. They were afraid of the mutants and afraid of the disease. James was scared too, he was more than scared. He was terrified, not of the mutants but the disease. They said once you got it you were sure to die. You had no more than 15 years remaining and that living knowing when you were going to die was torture within itself. James walked over to the mirror imbedded in his wardrobe and brushed his soft gold-brown locks back across his forehead. He lifted his shirt over his head and stared at himself.
Fourteen years. He whispered.
He lifted his hands away from his chest, revealing the small dark bluish smudge that had developed ever since the bird bite.

*Could Amy and Jaimie be related to Kat. Half-siblings or something maybe? One thing I forgot to mention in Ven's profile. He can not where shoes. He wraps his feet but leaves the toes bare so he can use his hind-claws.

Amy Farrow

"So I finished my shift with Gramps and got some pretty decent tips today." Amy told Riley. The two of them were talking over the computer. Something Amy still marveled at. How Ven managed to get so much stuff from the city she had no clue. "I've saved up enough for a trip into the city. It's about time we had a real date don't you think?"

Riley laughed. "Definitely, I'll meet you on my side of the wall, say next Saturday."

"K. It's a date. I've got to go check on the brat. Jaimie's been awfully quiet since I kicked him out."

"Amy's got a boyfriend. Amy's got a boyfriend." Riley imitated Jaimie's sing song teasing. "That kid is too cute for his own good."

After saying goodbye, Amy stood and took her headset off. She walked down the hall to Jaimie's room at the back of the house. A burst of laughter and music drifted up the stairs from the bar. Amy knew Grandpa Jake had a lot of money so he could afford to charge less for food.

"Come on Jaimie. We need to go help in the kitchen. It's almost dinner time. Jaimie?" As Amy pushed the door open into the familiar chaos of a six year olds bedroom she saw the shattered window and the mark left the slavers always left to taunt the Mutants. "Jaimie!!" Amy screamed, her voice shrill.

Vengeance Moon: Ven settled cross legged on the roof of a run down third story. His gaze taking in the sweep of the of the wall that enclosed the slums. He was utterly still save for the twitching tip of his tail and his ears as they shifted to catch the smallest sound. Ven knew he was different, even then other mutants, he had been treated more like an animal then they were. So he was much more in touch with his beastial half.

His unblinking stare took in the patrolling guards. The slums were running low on food, again. Ven knew that another raid would have to be risked soon. Ven hated the group raids, someone always got caught. The silent vibration of his cell phone broke his concentration. All the members of the resistance's inner circle had them. They piggybacked on the human's network.

"Talk to me." Ven spoke tersely. Whatever it was had best be important.

"Ven lad, it's Jake. Jaimie's been taken by slavers. It's been less then an hour they might still be close to the gates." Jake was frantic as he snapped out the details. "You gotta do something Ven. Jaimie's just a little boy. He won't survive those kinds of abuses."

"I'm on it." Ven hung up and stood. Turning he studied the distance between the roof he was on and the wall. Twenty five feet horizontal, ten vertical. Ven cocked his head to the side. "Doable" He murmured to himself. Patting Raja on his head he backed off to give himself as much space as possible. Tensing his leg muscles he took off like a shot, his heart pounding as he leaped into space." Raja yowled at being left behind as usual.

He landed in a crouch on the wall glancing both ways to make sure no guard had seen him and crossed to the other side of the walkway, slipping over the other side. He landed in overgrown grass and walked off on silent feet. A stalker in the night.

Kari.
Kari shot upright in her nest-like bed, her wings clipping the ceiling. Her breathing was heavy and her eyes wild. The light was still on in the tiny room but it didn’t calm her. Suddenly the walls felt as if they were closing in on her. Kari let out a distressed cry, scrambling to the window and scattering models in her haste. The moon illuminated the winding streets outside. The open expanse of the sky walled to her.

Without thinking, she launched herself out of the window and spiralled into the sky, using the hot currents of air to rise. She breathed in the cold air and tried to relax. These nightmares about her father were ridiculous, she knew that he was dead, both of her parents were. But she couldn’t help but see his face, twisted in hate throwing her into the cupboard where she had spent most of her childhood. She shook her head and took another breath of cold air.

Trying to cool down her mind, she observed the mass of buildings below her. She could see far into the city and the towering buildings close to the centre amazed her. Circling slightly lower over the slums, she focused on the area that she lived in. A little kid ran in the streets, the tip of a tail poking out of his tail. A cat mutant with a cap and goggles crept over the roof tops. A tiger stood on a roof, its white fur reflecting the moonlight. Kari squinted slightly.

It was the same tiger as earlier. It was pacing back and forth, obviously agitated. Kari frowned. From what she had heard, wasn’t the tiger always with the leader? She circled slightly lower, trying to find the mutant in the maze below. In her curiosity, she circled closer and closer to the wall and to the tiger, not paying attention to her surroundings. A shot rang out. Kari tumbled head over heels towards the ground. She tried frantically to spread her wings but the left one just hung there, a useless dead weight.

She hit the roof hard, feeling her arm and some of the bones in her wings shatter beneath her. She rolled over onto her back and lay there, winded. She couldn’t move the bottom half of her wing and the paralysis scared her. Laughter sounded from the wall, along with cheers. Kari ground her teeth angrily and pulled herself up into a sitting position. She saw the tiger padding towards her. “Shoo, go away!” she hissed. The tiger stopped and sat. Kari took a deep breath, grabbed hold of her injured wing and pulled it towards her. A finger-sized hole had been punched through it. Kari reached over to touch it and the world swirled in front of her. She fainted.

Alex

Alex finished his last set, grunting with exertion. He stumbled away from the bar and towards the tiny bathroom at the end of the hall, pausing to admire his physique in the mirror. As he showered, he thought he heard the phone ringing, but ignored it, letting the water cleanse him as best it could. There weren't a lot of people who called these days, so Alex had a pretty good idea of who it was. The Lamberts lived better than the Marshals did, in a fancy town house closer to the posh financial districts, though just far enough away to still be considered suburban. And at risk. The young girl, Kat, seemed to look after the whole household without her father, who was constantly at work. In some ways, though he was a close friend of Alex, he was his distinct opposite. Still, the two men had been friends for a long time, long enough to have known Riley's mother. Alex wasn't great with kids, but the Lambert lot seemed to need the occasional man's presence, and George and Riley needed the company. They weren't supposed to go out on their own, so very rarely saw friends from school. Alex wondered downstairs, wrapped securely in a towel. Riley's door was shut, and George had some soulful singer blaring out of his headphones, so the little light on the phone indicating a new message shined a dull red.

"Riley!"
...
"Riley, we're going!" A few more seconds, then:
"Coming!"
Alex turned to George, who was leaning against the frame of the front door.
"That boy... Never where he's supposed to be." George didn't speak, so Alex tried again.
"How was school today?"
"Two of my teachers skipped town. I told you."
"Oh yeah... so you did. That's a shame."
Silence overcame the family atmosphere for a few seconds, until Riley thundered down the stairs in his trainers, jumping the last three for effect. Alex and George, unimpressed, made for the front door and got in the battered old car sitting in the drive.

As they drove, Alex had concentrated on the road, casting a wary eye over every stranger when they stopped. It used to just be mutants, but you couldn't even trust your fellow man in a city like this. A city on the brink of disaster. Alex could feel it, there was a certain tension in the air, interwoven with the angry summer heat. The carbon gas waiting for a spark to set off the explosion. As he drove, Alex listened to his boys, talking about normal teenage boy subjects, relatively at ease around each other. They covered sports, school, TV, their little internet coves and even a bit of news. The one subject Alex thought was missing when he remembered his own brother was girls. Riley and George didn't talk about girls in front of their dad. It seemed a shame, but Alex didn't like the idea of them chasing girlfriends anyway. It only involved risk, something Alex wasn't fond of in the slightest.

As soon as Alex stopped the car outside the large house, Riley and George were out, walking straight towards the door. They'd known Kat and Andrew long enough that if the door was unlocked, the would've walked right in and said hello. That had been quite common once, before the wall was put up. But once the symbol there, the real visual reminder that everything is not ok, it stops being so easy to let people into your home. Alex had only just made it up the front steps to the door when Kat, already smiling, opened the door.
"Oh, you guys came!"
"Hi, Kat." George gave a rare, but small, smile.
"Hey Katherine. Is your dad home?" A look flashed across her face, something anxious and just a little afraid. Her smile resumed place quickly.
"No, he's still away. Please, come in. Dinners on the table already."
George, Riley and Alex followed her into the house, momentarily struck dumb by the wealth of the place. It's not that the Lamberts were hugely rich, as far as the Marshals knew. But by comparison, they lived like royalty. Little Andrew was at the table, his mouth full of chicken, so he waved and made his best attempt at a wide smile.
"Hey Andrew," Riley took his place next to Andrew and began serving himself. Alex shot him a look and sat down, waiting as Kat served up for George, then himself. George muttered a bashful thanks and started eating.
"Are you not having anything?" Alex asked, as Kat sat at the head of the table, her plate bare besides a hint of leftover sauce.
"Oh, no, I've already had mine. Andrew's on his third helping already, he's getting big now."
"So you are. How are you two anyway?"
Kat smiled and nodded slowly.
"We're good, we're doing ok. Dad hasn't been round much, but I'm sure he's be alright. Probably a bit stressed. You guys should do something, when he gets back. He says you guys were really close once."
Alex laughed.
"Yeah, we used to have a few adventures... I'll see about it, tell him to phone me sometime. These two keep my hands full, but I'm sure I could find the time."
Kat nodded politely and turned to ask George about school. The meal progressed amicably, as George and Riley seemed to appreciate the company. Eventually, Riley and Andrew sneaked off to play video games, while George stayed with Kat and Alex. They talked about life, and the mutants, and how Riley and Andrew were really starting to grow up. Alex actually found himself relaxing around his host, noting the smile that stayed glued to her face. Even sullen George seemed to come out of his shell a little, to the point where he actually told a joke. It wasn't until late, almost ten O'clock, when Alex looked at his watch and realised they needed to get home soon. He didn't like leaving the house unprotected so late into the night, especially what with the number of unauthorised crossings of the wall going on. The soldiers could only keep so many out, especially as there were rumours of tunnels between safe houses on either side of the wall.

When they left, waving to Kat and Andrew on their porch, it was pitch black. Only one of Alex's headlights were working, so he was driving slowly, watching for streaking animals or homeless. Riley was drifting off in the back seat, but George was still attentive, watching restlessly for something on the road. He seemed to resent the lack of control as they drove through the city streets in silence, with only the slightly spluttering engine to provide a soundtrack. Alex's car didn't have a radio. They were about two blocks away from home when the engine coughed, shuddered forcefully, then gave out. Riley bolted out of his stupor, crying out slightly against the dark, while Alex coasted to the side of the road.
"Is she broken?" George asked, as Alex tried the key a few times.
"I think so... I could probably fix her, if it wasn't so dark. Riley, is the torch back there?"
Riley cast his eyes around the backseat, still a little shaken from his sudden awakening.
"No, not here. Maybe it's in the boot?"
"The lock's broken, I haven't been able to get in there for weeks." They sat in silence for a moment.
"Should we just walk? We're not far from home." George looked at his father, who nodded and checked up and down the street, before opening his door.
"Come on, just stick with me. Stay where I can see you."
The three of them got out of the car and began walking back through the dark towards home. They only got halfway before the quiet was shattered by a sudden crashing sound, followed by shouting and cursing, as a large group or six or seven hooded figures came around the corner. Alex cursed under his breath as he noticed a long reptilian tail protruding from behind one of the dark figures. He felt Riley, who had been trailing slightly behind, draw in a sharp breath and step closer to his father, just behind his left leg. George was clenching his fists and his face was set. All three of them had stopped dead in their tracks.

The group had seen them, and were walking closer, taking their time as they shouted between each other in some form of slang that Alex couldn't follow. Their cursing was rhythmic and spat between their teeth, as if they'd swallowed an insect foolish enough to hover near a filthy mouth. Alex's mind was racing, considering making a run for it the way he'd come. But to where? And how would he get the boys away from the mutants? Some of them could run like cats chasing prey. In his mind, he heard his old military instructor, barking orders at his platoon.
"Never, ever, ever turn your back to the enemy. You will be shot or stabbed or beaten like a pinata. If you can't escape before they see you, it doesn't matter how many there are. Don't turn your back to them, or you've already lost."
A rasping voice dragged Alex from his daydream.
"Hey you! Human boy!" It was the lizard one, the leader of the pack. Most of them had melee weapons- a bat or a simple bar of metal torn from a machine. This one didn't need a weapon, his ferocious-looking claws were evidence enough of his dangerous disposition. Alex didn't hesitate another moment. In a flash, he was holding his gun, staring the lizard boy in the eyes. The whole group stopped, only a few meters from Alex's outstretched hand. George let out a slight gasp as he saw the gun, but didn't drop his tough facade. How many could he take down if they attacked? Three? Maybe four. If they attacked, he might be able to keep them distracted long enough for Riley and George to make a run for it. It all depended on the leader, whos chest Alex had lined up with the point of his gun.
"Make a move, lizard boy." Alex spat, his nostrils visibly flaring. Nobody moved.
"I said COME ON THEN!" He roared. A light went on in one of the houses nearby. A face appeared, then disappeared again. The lizard boy relaxed a little, raised his hands, and took a step back. His friends looked relieved, if a little angry.
"Alright, man. We'll get out of your way. Come on, boys, we can do better than this fool anyway." And with that, it was over. The group turned tail and jogged together around a corner. Just before he disappeared from vision, the lizard boy turned slightly, catching Alex's eye and noting the gun still in his hand. He laughed, then carried on his way. Alex stood still for a moment, then put the gun back in his belt.
"Boys? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Riley?" George took his eyes briefly away from his father to check on Riley, who was shaking visibly.
"I-I'm ok. Where did you get a gun?" His voice was quiet, made loud by the deafening silence of the empty street.
"I was in the army. We had guns." He paused. "It's time to go home, are you alright to walk?" Riley nodded, letting George take his arm lead him towards their home.

The three of them walked home unaccosted. George took Riley straight to bed, then sat in his own bed, reading, but unable to concentrate. Alex just sat in the kitchen with the gun on the counter, staring at it. He thought he heard his wife, telling him to throw it away. A memory; a safer time, with kids on the way and no fear of the future. Alex saw the lizard mutant in his head, staring him down. Somehow, even though he'd backed off, Alex couldn't help but think he'd been beaten that night. George hadn't said a word to his father since they'd been at Kat's. Alex walked to the cupboard and removed a bottle from behind a box of teabags. He fixed himself a drink and sat there, all night, staring at his gun in silence.

*(sorry if you don't want me posting like this, I'm not sure how this works. I'm more or less new to the site and only just getting into storybooks... I'm more familiar with old-fashioned RP's... I'm interested in joining though. The subject title still says 'open' but I was hoping someone could message me and fill me in on what's going on so far before I jump in. Thanks!)

Here are my profiles:

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Profiles:


Name: Sara Whitley

Gender: Female

Age: 15

Mutant/Human: Mutant, Dog. Increased hearing and smell, but is color blind
(if you’re a mutant, what is your mutation (of one animal only, please) and your implication with the revolution? if you’re a human, where do you live and what is your occupation?)

Appearance: (description and/or photo)
Very tall and thin, Sara has long thick dirty blonde hair. For her mutant characteristics, she has the pointed ears of a wolf, more extended and prominent canine teeth, pointed brown nails (or I suppose you could say claws), a tail that she almost always keeps hidden, and double-jointed hips (the double joints allow her to arch her knees up towards her back and run correctly on all four legs if she wishes). For clothing she always wears the same oversized Navy blue shirt that always falls off her shoulders with a pair of old black pants which seem very baggy when fit around her thin frame.

Personality: Often getting into petty arguments with the cat-mutants, Sara is shy when you first meet her but friendly all the same. Once she gets more comfortable she can become very attached to her ‘friends’. Short tempered with those she doesn’t like or trust and very melodramatic, Sara is also surprisingly brave and willing to face whatever she needs to in order to gain equal rights.

History: Sara has been on the run since the time she was born… and now her brother Drew is all she has left. Her mother died in childbirth for Sara who was born a mutant. Her father, disgusted by her, attempted to leave her to die when she was just an infant, but her older brother who was just human and only four, refused to leave and their father abandoned them both as a result. Ever since then they have been running from the authorities, stealing from the people, and hoping to someday live free again.

Up for love: very much so… the only difficulty is her insecurity.

Other:



Name: Drew Whitley

Gender: Male

Age: 18

Mutant/Human:
Human, hermit. Lives on the run with his younger mutant sister and is a professional thief.

Appearance: Thick dirty brown hair like his sister, but with aqua-blue eyes. Shorter and with a thicker build, Drew has a distinctively faded scar that runs down the side of his cheek.

Personality: Quite and watchful, it takes a very long time for him to trust anyone as he has been naturally suspicious of people since a very young age. He is also very protective of his sister.

History: Same as his sister. Soon after his birth Drew’s mother got the dark spot. Four years later she got pregnant again and died in childbirth to his younger sister, Sara, who was a wolf/dog mutant. His father, who had been anti-mutants from the start, was bitter and resentful about his wife’s death and blamed Sara. He wished to desert his daughter, but four-year-old Drew refused to allow it and took Sara, running away with her before their dad had the chance to sell her away to slavery or the government.

Up for love: You can try… Drew is conserved and suspicious but it would be interesting

Other:

Hey morgan, normally you would post in the DT (viewtopic.php?f=200&t=97284), but I don't mind that much. Maybe put it in a spoiler though...

Swiftfur

Swiftfur stood on tip-toe to see the stage, but was too short to see more than the tip of the white tiger's tail, twitching angrily, while the mutant next to it was ranting on about revolution.
She never wanted to be here, but when she took a street she was sure to be empty, the crowd came, and swept her along. 'She shuddered. Ever since last year, she had never been the same.
Her group of mutant cats was doing fine while she was struggling to return. Fine until that human boy showed up, and convinced them to rally against the humans.
That was when her sister, Lilly pool, had died. Overrun with grief, she had left the forest behind, and moved here, but her opinion of humans had changed.

Swiftfur shivered, though not from cold. The way that the mutant was riling them up against the race of humans was horrifyingly disgusting.
She was about to shout out a protest, when spot lights flooded the clearing. Hoods were roughly jerked over heads to conceal ears, and long cloaks were worn to hide tails.
She pulled her own dark blue cloak around her body, and scurried off.

Half-way down the street, she cried out as something yanked her back.
Whirling around, she saw in dismay that a heavy boot had trod on her tail, and was holding her in place.
She looked up into the squashed face and smoky breath, of Anthony Pike.
"What do you want, smoke breath?"
"Hey there kitty," He cackled nastily. "just dropped by to give you some salmon."
Swiftfur wrenched her tail free and took up a fighting stance.
"Come to try a piece of me, eh?" She growled. "Well I'm afraid you won't like piece. This piece is poisoned for idiots like you who dare to try it."
"Ooh, scary," He hissed, his face an inch from hers. "that's some pretty pathetic fighting words."
Whit an enraged yell, she drew back her arm, and punched him in his pug face.
Roaring, Anthony swung out at her, but she danced away, turned, and ran for all she was worth.
Pain lanced up her left arm. She looked down and saw scarlet blood, flowing down her arm in a steady tide.
since when did that idiot have a gun? she thought as she race home.

Swiftfur slowed down when she approached her home, a large oak tree with claw marks scoring the trunk.
She tensed her muscles, crouched down, and leaped, expecting to land expertly on a branch, but falling instead.
She bit her lip hard so she wouldn't to not cry out as her body slammed onto the hard ground, driving the breath from her lungs.
Groaning, she curled into a tight ball of pain.
What's happening to me? The thought melted away as she gave herself up to the comforting nothingness of sleep.

Nadia

Nadia woke up in the strange building with Lilly laying next to her. She yawned and stretched her tiny arms and legs. She looked around with tired eyes to see everyone else was gone. Nadia reached over and shook Lilly awake, terrified. Lilly finally got up and looked at Nadia with puffy eyes from crying the night before.

"Where is everyone?" Lilly asked sitting up. Nadia shrugged and picked up her cloak. Lilly did the same and they walked out covering their bodies. The streets where empty and a slight wind blew. Nadia took Lilly's hand as they walked down the streets. The woods sat in front of them so they approved it hoping for food.

Foot steps could be heard in the woods and Lilly pulled out her knife. "Nadia stay here." She whispered walking into the woods.

Nadia couldn't stand it after waiting for 10 minutes. She raised her arms and pushed her self of the ground. Her tiny wings sailed her to a near-by tree where she could hear footsteps. A group stood taunting a family, and Lilly stood among them.

I can't Believe it. Nadia thought as the group left. She sunk down in her tree and wondered how she would survive on her own. She flew father into the woods and found a small cave. She settled down and tried to think the day though.

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Sorry its small and really lame..

Lilly

Lilly crouched on her legs and felt one of her ears twitch in her beanie/hood. Lilly's tail swayed from side to side as she looked out at the night sky. She sighed and thought of what it'd be like if she was human. Lilly sighed and laid back on the grass. She let her tears out as she thought of poor Nadia. She is only young. Lilly thought wiping her teary eyes.

Lilly woke up in a daze. She looked around forgetting where she was. Then she remembered leaving Nadia. She could do anything else. They threatened to kill the little girl Lilly had so carefully tried to look after. What if she is hurt?

Lilly was sore from how she had been sleeping. Her tail had been cramped from how she has been sleeping. She rubbed her eyes and made her way across the grass.

I need to find Nadia. But how? She looked for the group she came with. She turned on her heal after not seeing then and sprinted for the woods. With her tail swishing behind her. She pounced over logs and skidded under trees. She needed to find Nadia, even if she was killed trying.

Lilly ran as fast as she could through the forest. Lilly pumped her arms and put her head down. She was breathing heavy. She ran faster and didn't notice two figures in front of her. It was too late for her to stop by the time she realised. Lilly toppled over a boy. She closed her eyes as they fell. A scream came from the girl around her age that was with the boy. Everything went so fast, and before she knew it she was sprawled out on top of the man that looked a bit older than her. So damned clumsy!

She looked at him not able to look away from his electric blue eyes. You know those moment when your 'Caught In The Moment' ? Well this was one. Lilly had never seen someone so beautiful. He cleared his throat and looked at Lilly intently. The girl giggled as Lilly tried to get up but collapsed back on him, Gahh, this is so embarrassing. She thought. The girl grabbed Lilly's shoulders to help her up. Once she had Lilly stable she looked down at her brother still on the ground. She shook her head at him looked at Lilly. The girl helped up her brother and bit her lip. Lilly looked at the ground not trusting herself to look into the boy's eyes again.

"She is like me." The girls whispered to her brother smiling. She moved forward to me and put out her hand, " I'm Sara, and this is my brother Drew." I looked at her hand and took it gently. I looked up at her with a smile then to her brother.

"I-I didn't mean to run into you." She sighed, "I was looking for my friend."

"Friend?" He raised his eyebrows "And, don't sweat. Girls fall over me all the time." He smirked. His sister hit him in the chest, "I was joking." He let out a dry laugh.

Lilly nodded, "My friend, Nadia... She is only small and I got taken away from her." Lilly sniffed trying not to cry in front of these strangers.

Vengeance Moon:

Ven stood in the shadows of a large tree and watched as a small family. A father and two sons, faced off against a gang of mutants. When the dad drew his gun the mutants scurried on their way. Ven applauded the father's actions while sneering at the mutants. Mentally labeling them as 'too stupid to live', he memorized their faces so that if they ever wanted in the Revolution he could kick them to the curb. People like that were just liabilities.

Once the coast was clear Ven stalked out onto the road and lifted his face to the breeze. Taking in the scent. Recently the rebellion had started scent tagging the slavers vehicles. In the past few hours two had come through the gate and down this road. Ven knew he would need reinforcements to track the trucks. He refused to think of the possibility if Jaimie were in an unmarked car.

Sighing, Ven dialed his cell phone. He hadn't wanted to start cracking down on the slavers yet. They didn't have enough information. But, as usually happened in life, the choice was out of his hands now. Turning he followed the road to the neighborhood that family lived in. The house next door would be a good place to climb back over the wall.

Amy Farrow:

Amy slumped over the bar. Her long blonde hair spread over the mahogany wood as she thumped her head on the counter. "This is all my fault, I should have never kicked him out of my room."

Gramps thumped her with his knuckles. "It's not your fault Amy lass, you know the slavers don't do house raids unless they're looking for a particular type of mutant. This was planned. If it hadn't been tonight they would have taken Jaimie eventually.

Lips trembling Amy looked up at her grandfathers grim face. "What are you going to do?"

"I'm calling an old friend. Someone who still lives in the city."

"But they hate you now."

"I know. But they have contacts I no longer have after so many years in the slums. Most of my old crowd think I've either gone round the bend or that I'm a traitor. And the one I'm thinking of will know who to contact. Besides, he owes me a favor."

Jake dialed his cell phone and waited as it rung. Amy glanced over his shoulder at the silent bar. Silent, but packed, every mutant in the room was openly seething. Everyone hated when a kid was taken but Jaimie was special, one of the few mutants born with mental problems. He wouldn't last a week as a slave and everyone knew it. His abduction had just become the spark to light the fuse of revolution. And word was spreading.

The phone picked up and Jake spoke. "Alex? It's Jake, from the Army. I'm calling in that IOU."

Swiftfur

Swiftfur groaned and rolled over painfully.
She sat up and rubbed her aching head,wondering where she was.
Lightning fast pain stabbed her left arm,and she winced as the night's previous memories rushed through her brain.
I have to bandage this arm,but how? I can't use my shirt or my cloak...
She remembered that she had picked up an abandoned First-Aid kit a while ago,and had kept it up in her little tree house in the oak. She stood slowly,taking care not to jar her injured arm.
She was about to start the climb up the enormous oak,when all of the sudden, the wind blew fiercely, and something smacked her in the face.
She grabbed the object and and examined it.
It's a rope ladder! She thought. But how come I never saw this before?
Swiftfur tugged on the ladder to make sure it was secured properly to the tree house, then put her foot on the first rung,and started the difficult climb.
Half-way up the ladder she paused and pricked her ears, feeling her tail getting blown around by the breeze. Closing her eyes, she cast her hearing towards the woods on the other side of the city. She thought she heard crying, decided it was a trick of the wind, then shrugged and continued on.
Seven minutes later,she hauled herself awkwardly into the tree house,and began searching through the junk and clutter she had accumulated over time.
Just as she was about to give up in frustration, something bumped her head.
She reached up and felt the object. It was the shelf she always forgot to check when searching for something,and the shelf where she had always found what she was looking for.
Standing up,she moved aside photo frames,sea glass, and strange do-dads and trinkets.
Her hand finally hit a box,and she grabbed it off the shelf and rummaged through it until she found the antibiotic cream and bandage.
With great care,she smeared antibiotic cream on the wound,and stopped when she discovered that the bullet was still lodged in her arm.
Reaching for her tweezers,she grabbed the bullet with them and pulled it out a fast as she could.
Before she could cry out in pain, she bandaged it and secured tightly.
"Now, what should I do today?' She wondered aloud."Well I might as well learn more about the Revolution, so I can find out what they plan to do and try to reason with them."
Taking off her cloak, she set it on a hook, walked to the doorway, took a deep breath, and jumped.
She landed safely on all fours, then turned and ran, leaped onto a house roof, and jumped from roof to roof, gaining confidence with every leap.

Spoiler

I will not ask you to change it as it's already been posted, but please in the future wait for my reply before putting up a section completely controlling my character's words and actions, especially when I haven't been able to introduce them myself yet. Both Sara and Drew are naturally very suspicious of everybody and Drew's not one to joke. And especially not around a stranger. I'll let it slide this time but please don't do this again.

Brought back to his senses by his sisters punch, Drew suddenly remembered that the skinny mutant girl in front of him was a stranger and his guard was immediately back up.
"My friend Nadia... She is only small and I got taken from her."
The girl began to cry and Sara looked over at him, pouting her lip. Forgetting the weeping mutant, Drew turned back over to his sister. Taking her by the shoulder he pulled her close into a hushed conversation.
"Sara, we don't know anything about this girl."
"But she's like-" Drew cut her off.
"yes you said that before, and trust me I've noticed she's a mutant like you... But if anything that means we should trust her less."
"But-" as Sara tried to argue again, Drew grasped her other shoulder, forcing her to look straight into his eyes.
"She could be working for a master or the government Sara! Quit acting stupid!"
Sara's gaze steadied and she just stared at Drew for many moments. Lilly was still watching them through her teary eyes as they both seemed to share a silent conversation.
"Do you remember the story you would always tell me of that first night after we ran away?" Sara said the words slowly and evenly... but as her brother's grip began to loosen she smiled realizing she had won. Drew just continued to stand there, looking at his feet while Sara finally pulled away and turned back over to the girl.
"I'm not saying we will help you... But we may. What happened? Oh, but first you should probably tell us your name."

Spoiler

Otay, so sorry. Won't happen again c:

Lilly

Lilly looked up at them through her wet eyelashes. She had a feeling they were having a hushed conversation about her. Lilly played with her tali and tried to ignore them. The boy, Drew, looked at her with and unpleasant expression, maybe these people aren't nice at all. Lilly took a step back as he said something about help.

She fiddled with her beanie. As he spoke again, "I'm not saying we will help you... But we may. What happened? Oh, but first you should probably tell us your name."

Lilly nodded slowly, and begun to speak, "My name is.. Lilly." She noticed that only the girl her age was a mutant and stood back from then. She looked to the side seeing if there was any trouble from them she could run.

They looked at her waiting, "These, these people came to where Nadia and I where staying, and they made me go with them." She kept it short and avoided eye contacted with then until she was finished talking. "I'm really sorry for running into you." She whispered, "And for disturbing you." She stood back again, just to be sure. After all he was a human.

Drew noticed how uncomfortable Lilly was and shifted his feet.
“It’s okay. You don’t have anything to fear from me. I may be human, but my sister is a mutant. We’re all on the same side here.”
Sara on the other hand was acting a bit… odd.
“sara what’s up? Do you hear anything?” she shook her head and Drew sighed. “Then what is it?” She made a sour face, then smirked, looking at Lilly. “I smell cat.” Drew actually laughed then, scratching Sara behind her ear. Annoyed at the gesture, Sara playfully nipped at his hand but missed. Ignoring her, Drew addressed Lilly, “Sara is a wolf mutant, therefore she’s very good at tracking. Do you have anything with your friend’s sent on it that we’ll be able to use?”