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Righty-o, thank you~

Also, everyone:

Disregard that. Day will end on Thursday at the stroke of Midnight in North American Central Time. Next RP day will begin on Friday. I think we're deciding to skip at least two weeks or three though. I'll let you know in the chat.

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Jex grinned, giving Ryan a thumbs up sign. "Hey, don't sweat it. We're used to these kinds of rescue operations. Let me get you a glass of water." Jex went over to a small door in the bedroom where Ryan would have his own private bathroom and found some paper cups set by the sink. They only had Disney ones with Mickey Mouse, Donald, Goofy, and Minnie on them, but it was alright. The older teen grabbed on and filled it up, bringing it back to Ryan. "You're lucky, you get your own bathroom. I have to share one with some of the others."

Jex took out the pills from the containers, whistling lowly when he saw the size of them. He knew pills and he knew their effects, but these ones were monsters. "This one," he said, holding up a yellow large one "is for pain. The small white ones are you antibiotics... The pain one you should take every six hours as needed, and the antibiotics once everyday. The pain meds will be the thing that will wipe you out. As for your dressing, Errol knows how to change them, but we also have a nurse too. I think you're suppose to get it changed every day. I would offer to help, but..." Jex chuckled nervously, handing the glass of water and medications to Ryan "Yeah. I'll probably pass out on you."

Jex sat down on the edge of the bed, smiling at Ryan. He was adorable, that much Jex could fathom through this haze of emotions of the day. "Hey, if you need anything, just give a little whistle." The teen laughed at his own joke and then tapped his forehead. "I mean, try to send me a thought. I'll keep my line open to you. Even though you don't have the same level of power as me, I can still read thoughts and communicate through them. I'll come as fast as I can. Is there anything else you need before I go?"

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Christie, don't go. Whatever you do, stay-

But Errol was cut off when he rounded the corner and saw the scene unfold before him. It was the one he had only in nightmares, but it was real as it could be. "COLTON!" Errol shouted in dismay. This wasn't happening, this COULDN'T happen. A gun shot sounded as Errol rushed to chase after the car, and he heard a scream. Christie. Looking to see that the girl was only kneeling on the ground, Errol kept in the back of his mind to go check on her later. There was a bigger emergency on hand.

Uncle Errol...they got him...they took Colton.

I know.

Errol looked at the vehicle before him, taking in all the fine details in the chaos. He held out his hand like a gun and began to "shoot" pebbles and small debris at the speed of an M64 (high caliber gun) at the tires to try to pop them out or cause the car to skid with little to no control. He then aimed for where the driver would be, firing more "bullets" that would ultimately at least get through the back window. The car was getting farther and farther away. There was no way to stop it, but he could try. He then put his free hand to his left temple, reaching his hand out to the car. He felt the telekinetic pull get weaker and weaker, but Errol tried to lift it from the ground with levitation. If he could just slow it down somehow without crashing it badly and kill everyone inside.

Colton, I'm here. What ever happens, if I can't stop this... I WILL be looking for you. WE will be looking for you. Stay strong. You already showed so much strength these passed few years. I'm not saying that to be nice, it's true. Keep fighting, no matter what.

The man was glaring at the car as he continued to try to stop it. His eyebrows were furrowed heavily, his arm shaking as he tried to exort more energy to grab the vehicle. He wasn't going to let one of his students get taken away so easily, not on his watch.

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Moments later, Nicole came back to the living room with two suitcases packed. One was more adult looking, the other one was purple with flowers on it, obviously Molly's. Through the stream of the moment, Nicole had grabbed Molly's floppy teddy bear, handing it to the little girl. "Are you ready?" the mother asked her little daughter, feeling like they had little to no time to stay around for very long. When Molly nodded her head while hugging her teddy bear to her chest, she looked up at Jean. "We're ready," she said quietly, ready to move.

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Lyle Richard Strain had left his lab hours ago. He was at a different location, his own private lab. There was no need to stay around his cowokers, especially if they were completely focused on other things. And conducting his own experiments away from the eyes of his associates seemed to be ideal to the man. Why would he share his work with everyone else? It was flawed, incomplete. He wanted to be sure he had all the research underway before pushing his theories and ideas on others. Everyone else was leaving him alone, so he would do the same.

Classical music was playing in the background of his observation area as he watched a scene unfold before him on the other side of the eight inch glass that separated him from what was happening.

A brunette girl with light brown eyes was crouched behind some wooden crates, locked in a tiny room with a dirt floor and a setting that felt like she was in a warehouse of sorts. She was panting hard, sweat was pouring down her face, dirt and grim smudged her bare skin, and she was wearing a stained white shirt with ragidgy black pants that had holes and rips in them. She looked as if she missed a few meals, and she had cuts and bruises on her still healing dotting her whole body. A black collar of sorts was wrapped around her neck, almost like a choker.

A robotic figure rounded the corner where she hid, finding her. The girl gasped as she looked up at the red optics, barely rolling out of the way as the robot punched downward. Wood splintered everywhere, and the girl covered her head as she ducked behind another crate. Quickly looking around, she found a piece of wood and took it in her hands. Shakily, she jumped out of her hiding spot, crying out when she swung at the robot. The robot was quickly to move, countering the attack with a punch to the girl's stomach, hard.

The girl grunted as the piece of wood fell out of her hands and then was kicked by the metallic being to the wall. The girl cried out in pain when her spine collided with the hard surface, eyes shutting in agony as the pain washed over her whole body. She slid down the wall, crumbling into a ball on the dirt floor.

"Get up," Lyle commanded coldly.

The girl's eyes snapped open, doing as she was told without hesitation. She touched the collar out of habit, praying in her heart that she did the right thing quick enough.

Lyle hummed out, happy his subject obeyed him. He was careful how he obtained his "resources" for his studies, and knew he couldn't dispose of them easily. They only lasted so long though... However, this one proved resilient. The female supernatural human lasted him around two years after all... Had it really been that long? However, he knew she was getting to the end of her days. It was time to make things interesting now, no need to focus on the grim aspects of having to obtain more subjects like her. He then pressed a button on his robotic arm, watching with anticipation of how this was going to play out.

The robot's optics changed from a red to a yellow as it formed it's hand into a gun, firing something small at the girl's neck.

The girl jumped and then flinched when something hit her, but it wasn't that hard surprisingly. She gasped when she felt something dig into her neck just above the black choker, and then felt her head begin to pound. She grunted, doubling over as she slid down the wall to grab her neck where the thing was. She tried to pull at the circular metal thing that was digging into her skin, but she realized it was fusing into her.

The robotic figure stood there, scanning the girl's prognosis and waiting for the little gadget to take affect. Soon, a small, feminine voice could be heard, but the girl's mouth wasn't moving.

"What is going on?! What is this?! Get this thing off of me!" The girl gasped out loud as she realized her heard her thoughts reverberating through the small room. "No! STOP THAT! GET OUT OF MY HEAD!"

Lyle smirked from the other side. It had worked. "How does it feel to have the tables turned on you, my dear?"

The girl was tearing up now as the pain of the gadget pulsated at her neck and into her head. "I want to go home," she thought, which the robot played out loud. "... I want to go... Please..."

"If you don't remember, your parents are the ones that gave you up. And you can forget about your dear old grandmother, she's probably dead by now." Lyle wasn't one to beat around the bush. His was secretly ecstatic this thing had actually worked. After years of experimentation and research, he had finally tapped into how to become a telepathic himself... This was all too good to be true.

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Jex grinned from ear to ear, happy that Ryan liked his room. "You have a remote to control the blinds too." The older teen picked up a remote by the nightstand and pressed a button, lowering some blinds that went at the same angle as the window. The room was a bit darker now, and Jex hit the remote again to lighten the room again by bringing the blinds up. Then the rapid fire of questions happened , and the teen waited till they were over. Jex went over to the bed and sat down at the edge of it, looking at Ryan. "School... maybe you can go back... But with one of the guys still out there that wanted to kill you... It's probably not a good idea right now." Jex could sort of understand what it was like to have a normal life come to a stop, and to live through a live or death situation. "You can probably go back to school eventually... I did."

The violet eyed teen stood up, coming over Ryan. "Don't worry about the clothes, I think we have some in storage... I might have even a few things I can give you. But we'll worry about that later, lets get you settled in." Jex picked up Ryan and then gently set him in the bed. "There..." Jex stood back as he pulled out the medications from his pockets and placed them on the nightstand. "Ready to get loopy?"

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Nicole stood up from her seat as soon as the circle broke, watching Jean pace and then heard what he said. "Who? Who was watching us?"

Errol sensed something and stood up from the ground. "I'm not sure... But you're not safe here."

Something's wrong with Colton, Errol sent to Jean's mind. They wander off to the park, something is up. I'm going to find them. Stay here with these two. If someone has been watching them... They need to be safe.

Molly watched the adults walking around in a frenzy. So many things were happening, the little girl was confused.

Errol looked to Nicole, who was frightened with the sudden pace of things. "You need to stay calm. Pack up the things you'll need. We're going to take you to our academy... With Molly having powers, and your life being threatened, you two need to be in a secured location."

Nicole took it all in. It felt like the world was caving on her even more. She nodded her head. "Okay..."

"Jean will watch over you. I need to go take care of something... You will be safe. Hurry." With that, Errol excused himself and ran out the front door, going to the place where his spatial sense pulled him. I hope I'm not too late. Realizing he was missing someone, Errol reached out with his mind. Christie, where are you?

Nicole looked at Jean, taking in a quick breath. "I'm going to go pack. I'll be back in ten minutes." Nicole then rushed out of the living room and to her bedroom, quickly pulling out suitcases and began to throw things in.

Molly walked cautiously over Jean, looking up at him with her hazel eyes. She was unsure what was happening, but she knew she was going to leave the house with her mother. She was scared. Even though she didn't say anything out loud, she felt like she was asking for danger to come.
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Jex chuckled at Ryan's jokes about being served and foot massages. "I think you'll just want something light and your pain meds soon... Also, you have some antibiotics you need to take to help the wound heal." Jex went to a fancy-smanchy elevator with Ryan and pressed a button as soon as they both got inside. "I have just the room for you then," Jex said with a grin.

The elevator dinged when they reached the second floor and Jex led them both down some winding hallways before coming to another pair of double doors that read "Boy's Dorms" over it with fancy script writing. "Well, this is it." Jex took out his security card and swiped it over a scanner by the double doors. It clicked opened, and opened automatically to the two of them. "I'll get you one of these," Jex said with a grin, dangling the white card in view before tucking it under his shirt. "And a map. The card won't work on the girl's side, trust me."

Jex then rolled the boy down the vast hallway. There were so many different kinds of doors, each of them with their own character and own labels "That's my room, here," Jex pointed to a dark, Gothic looking door. "You'll get to know everyone else as time goes on." Jex came to a simple white door and used his card again to open it for Ryan. "We'll get you your own key eventually. Here you go!" The older teen gently pushed in the younger lad into the room, grinning from ear to ear (just only the basic furniture was in there, not the other fancy stuff you see, lol). "Huh? What do you think? You can always customized it to your liking, but it has a big huge window that faces the east, yeah?"

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Errol nodded to Nicole as she welcomed him into the house, stepping inside quietly. He was getting a feel of the atmosphere, taking it all in. There was some hidden tension in the air, mixed with grief and sorrow... And someone had a really pissed off attitude. Errol took a second look to see that Christie was there, and... "Carter? Christie... I didn't expect you two to be involved." He glanced over at Jean, and then looked at Nicole who was standing hesitantly by Molly. "Ah..." He nodded in understanding. "I see..." He stroke the stubble on his chin, taking another look at Carter. The feelings that were radiating off of him were almost stifling. It seemed like this situation made the boy uncomfortable, and for good reasons. Although Errol had the option to present a teaching moment to show his students how to use their powers and abilities to help others, Errol realized that Carter needed some space. "Carter, Christie... Why don't you two step outside for a moment. Unless you would like to stay in here." Giving them the que to either scram or stay, Errol then turned to Nicole. "Do you mind if I debrief in private what has already been covered in the interview, Ms. Justice?"

Nicole shook her head. "No, not at all."

Errol nodded his head and gestured for Jean to follow him into the kitchen where they were still somewhat in view. As he walked across the living room though, he felt a pair of hazel eyes follow him carefully. Errol looked over to see the little girl, staring at him so intently, trying to figure him it. The Headmaster felt a tingle in his head, but said nothing as he winked to the girl and moved to the next room. "What do you have?"

The man was then explained to about Jean's findings, that Carter could have powers, and Molly as well. The father could also have abilities, but that was uncertain. The only witness to the kidnapping seemed to be Molly, but she wasn't talking. Errol then took the drawings the child had created, staring at them intently. He found two things different from the shadow figures and held the one where it was obvious that someone was being taken by force, and the window image. "These ones... They're different. The yellow eyes don't appear on this one where Carter is standing up to the shadow man, or the kidnapping..." Errol frowned deeply, studying them again. "But why..." Errol looked at Jean as a deep, serious look begin to set in. "I think you're right, Molly is the only one we know that saw what happened that day... Mind Walking might be the only option. I will go speak to Ms. Justice about this, but... If we do, will you be ready to walk with me in Molly's mind?" Letting the man ponder on that, Errol exited the kitchen, taking the drawings with him. "Ms. Justice... Has your daughter ever drawn pictures like these before?"

Confused, Nicole took the drawings and looked down. Realizing what she was looking at, she gasped and covered her mouth. She looked at Errol in horror and then peered back at the drawings, looking at them one at a time. Her eyes began to tear up when she saw the picture of someone on the floor with red and grey on them while two little figures stood in front of them while a dark figure seemed to try to loom over them.

Errol understood right away that this was a first. "Ms. Justice, I know this is hard for you. We need to get to the bottom of this though... Did your ex-husband have anything unusual about him? Like your children...?"

Tears ran down Nicole's cheeks, and she sniffed, trying to wipe them away as she let the drawings sit on her lap. "My family... They thought he was possessed by the d-devil... They thought I would do something for him... He did things... Horrible things..."

That was enough for Errol. He placed a firm hand on Nicole's shoulders, in which she flinched but then relaxed when she realized she wasn't being attacked at all. "Nicole... The reason why the school took an interest in this case is because we want to help others... We want to help children like yours understand their powers and use them for good. I had my assumptions, but we had no idea that your children could possess supernatural abilities... But now we know."

"Oh God," Nicole whispered, covering her eyes with her hands as she begin to break down and cry.

The Headmaster reached for a tissue box, handing it to Nicole who took them graciously. "With your permission... We want to ask Molly about that day... I have a feeling she has something to say, but she won't say it out loud... Would mind if I held a Mind Walking session with your daughter? You will be in the same room as her. Jean will be apart of it. I will be reading her thoughts and seeing her memories in a sense. "

Nicole looked to Molly through teary eyes. Molly was watching her mother carefully and then did something unusual... She nodded her head to her mother, indicating that it was going to be alright, that she wanted to do this. Nicole sighed out through her tears and looked at the older man and then to Jean. "It won't hurt her, will it?"

"No, of course not. It may cause her to be uncomfortable and we may see things that you don't want us to see but-"

"If you can figure out what happened to my son through this... thing... do it... Please..."

Errol nodded his head. "Alright then, we will do it then..."​

The room was then set up where the curtains were drawn tightly closed, furniture was moved out of the way so that there would be room on the floor to sit easily in a small circle. Three pillows were set down in the center of the living room, and Errol, Molly, and Jean would be sitting on them. No candles were lit, and all the lights were turned off but one in the corner. Errol sat on one of the pillows with Molly and Jean on either side of them. Before he began, he looked up at Nicole. "Under any circumstances are you not to interrupt. No matter what. Do you understand?"

Nicole nodded her head vigorously, sitting down in one of the living chairs. She didn't understand what was suppose to happen, but she knew it was going to be serious. It was going to be hard for her not to intervene if her baby seemed like she was in pain, but Errol assured her everything was going to be alright.

Errol sighed out, holding his hands out to his young friend and then to the little four year old. "Okay Molly... We need to hold hands to help us all stay connected through this. Don't be scared when you hear my voice in your mind... Jean will be able to hear you too. No one will be listening in on us."

Molly nodded her head and took Errol's and Jean's hands eagerly. She shut her eyes tightly without instruction and waited as Errol took Jean's hand and closed his eyes as well.

Molly, can you hear me?

Yes, came the quiet, shy reply.

Good... Molly, can you tell us why you didn't want to talk before?

Molly sighed out loud and then squeezed their hands tighter. Because the lady in the shadows is going to kill my mom if she finds out I talk. Daddy didn't like it when I talked like this either...

There was a sudden flash of memories.

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They were in a living room with an old TV set on, a man that looked like the one in the photograph that Nicole handed to Jean, with several beer cans around him was sitting there, staring angrily as if he was thinking of something. A younger Molly was playing in the corner with a teddy bar, but then she stopped when she looked up at her father.

Don't hurt mommy, came a little voice which reverberated around the room, but the little girl's lips didn't move.

The man in on the couch suddenly became rigid as crushed a beer can like it was nothing. It fell to the floor as he rose to his feet, seeming intimidating and dark. He strode across the room, grabbing little Molly by the collar of her ragged shirt and hoisted her up. She screamed, her hair was being pulled while she was being yanked to her feet, and the man shoved her down to the floor, hard. "HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO DO THAT! HUH?! HOW MANY!" The man spat at the little girl who was curled up on the floor with her arms over her head, crying. "I'll teach you a lesson. I'LL TEACH YOU ONE YOU WILL NEVER FORGET!"

The man seemed to have a very dark aura emitting off of him as his eyes were wild with anger. Suddenly the man was shoved off his feet and he stumbled from being drunk, causing a night stand with a lamp to topple to the floor. The light buzzed out of the lamp, and a very skinny, bruised and battered Nicole stood there in the eerie light of the TV, her chest heaving up and down heavily. She held her hands out in front of her as something glinted in the light, a knife of sorts.

"Enough," Nicole breathed out

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Another image flash, and the small group were watching events unfold through Molly's eyes. A woman with a hood over her head was grinning at Molly, reaching out to her to touch her with her long fingernails to brush against her cheek. "Cute little thing... Too bad we don't have enough evidence to take you as well..." The hood had yellow eyes on top and little cat ears poking out at the top.

Errol breathed out softly, shifting the attention off of the memories for a moment. He could feel Molly shaking through her hand and felt compassion for the girl. But there was still more that needed to be done. Good job, Molly... Let's try to focus... Do you remember what happened that day? The day your brother was taken?

I think so...

An image flashed to a green park and a bright sunny afternoon day. Nicole's voice could be heard, talking to another woman. Words really couldn't be understood though since this was through Molly's point of view. Molly was in a red dress, staring out to a thicket of bushes and trees where the creek was. It seemed so far away. She could barely see Carter moving around, his green shirt flashing here and there. He called out to a friend who was up stream, and then bent down to grab something. Molly then saw a flash of shadows and then saw water splashing. Molly's widened, her little heartbeat could be heard echoing faster and faster in the vision. She looked up at her mother who seemed so engrossed with what was being said to her. She looked at the other lady that was talking to her so calmly. Molly didn't like her.

The little girl tugged hard on Nicole's hand, who wondered what was the matter. When Molly looked back, she saw the hooded woman from earlier, smirking at her from the shadows of the trees. She put a finger up to her lip and flashed a gun. Her brother's head was at the barrel of the gun. Molly looked up at her mother again and tugged even harder, but by the time Nicole and Molly looked back, Carter and the woman were gone. Molly broke free from her mother and ran as fast as she could to the thicket of trees.

"Molly!"

And the vision stopped.

Accepted... I assume the advance and master will just come into play later in the RP? Since she's a level one and all.

Accepted


Remember that this Friday at 11pm Mountain Central time is the stroke of midnight in the RP world. We'll be starting a new day. How early, that's up to everyone.

Jex felt a jolt of electricity up his spine when Ryan touched his hand.
He wasn't used to human contact and this caught him off guard. Jex forced himself to take a deep breath and relaxed, focusing on the touch. It was sincere, kind, and it felt kind of nice. After a moment of soaking it in, Jex opened his eye and smiled. "Well, we thought we were the only ones... But then people with powers like powers started to pop up, like you." He nudged Ryan, still letting the boy hold his hand. "We don't know where they come from, but we're trying to take them in and help them with it the best we can."

A short time skip later because taxi rides are boring, Jex had Ryan in his wheelchair and Errol was paying the cab driver. A cellphone rang and Errol took out his and looked at the screen as the driver went away. He looked up at Jex, and then they silently communicated to one another. Jex nodded his head and pushed Ryan towards the academy. "Okay Ryan, Uncle Errol has some things to take care of, so I'm going to help you get settled in so you can rest up." Jex went through the double doors of the mansion, grateful for the cool air and dimmer light from outside. He blinked a few times, pushing Ryan into the foyer. "So Ryan, what kind of room do you like? Do you want to be alone? Or room with someone? What kind of bed do you like? Position of window? Closet space? Lay it out on me!"

Errol was grateful his nephew was here to take care of some things. He pressed answer on the phone, preparing himself for the worse. He wanted to be in his office, drinking something. But that would have to wait. "Tell me you're having a better day than me," Errol mumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

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Nicole watched as Jean left the room to go call Mr. Ingrao, the man that stopped by earlier that week to ask and see if his gifted and in-tuned students could take a look at the case. She wasn't sure what was drawn on the pictures. No one had shown an interest in them before. When Nicole had a look the first time police were asking her questions and things weren't going well, they were just nonsense scribbles with no shape or form. She knew her daughter could be unpredictable though. Hearing the question about her ex husband made her hunch her shoulders. She was going to wait to answer that question as soon as Jean would be done on the phone.

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"I didn't do anything," Danni growled under her breath as she wrote down notes on her clipboard. And indeed she didn't her hands were off the controls as soon as the simulation started up and Danni was busy taking notes. This was some great idea, Errol, Danni thought. Let me see all the ****** pasts and darkest fears. Just what I really wanted to see... Danni was using her powers to pick up the forgotten pieces of pencils, making them poor into a waste basket to keep the room cleaned. "Becca, you're next."

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Jex had a feeling of what was going to come up and closed the clear glass window so the driver couldn't hear what would be said next. He kept quiet as he listened to Ryan and how he was trying to come to terms with things with the way they were. His violet eyes became sad when the boy realized what he had done and sighed out quietly. "I don't know... I can't answer that for you," Jex said softly, looking at the cracks in the leather seat in front of him. "Uncle Errol is pretty experienced with his powers... You just figured out you had them, right? I can't be the one to say whether it was right or not he died... But I'm glad you're alive, and that we can help you." Jex looked down at his hands, finding interest in the spinning ring he had on his right ring finger and began to toy with it. "These powers, these gifts... They're cool, but there's a lot on our shoulders."

Jex smiled slightly, wondering how to explain this. "There's very few like me out there... I don't know where they are. Telegraphists are not very well known, I guess. But... It's hard. It's hard to shut out people's thoughts and emotions sometimes. And then you wonder... If you really let them say what was on their mind, or if you manipulated them by accident to have them say what you wanted to hear or do what you wanted them to do." He laughed, half-heartily, feeling a little out of it. "Danni can relate better to you than I can with what I think you have... which is probably telekinetics. She's my cousin... She's the same level of power as I am... But she could probably relate to you better than me."

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The teen was silent when the boy talked to his parents on the phone. A deep frown set in as Jex listened quietly, daring to not use his powers to eavesdrop and cheat. He wanted to keep an open line of trust with this new guy, and he knew from experience it was best not to use one's powers on those you wanted to keep as friends. As soon as the phone call had ended, Jex let out a deep breath of air, watching Ryan's body language. It must have been hard on the boy to say goodbye to the ones that loved him. Jex wondered what would be worse; them casting him out because of his "unique gifts", or to have them still care for him and having to be the one to say goodbye. Jex fished around in his pocket until he found a packet of tissues. He pulled one out, handing it to Ryan quietly.

'We're here for you,' Jex said through his mind to Ryan. The older teen smiled gently, his eyes shining with empathy to Ryan's situation.

Errol was sitting there in silence, glancing occasionally at the rear view mirror. He could see Ryan and hear the phone conversation from where he was since the clear window to shut out the driver was opened. This could prove to be a problem... Not only did Errol have to look after the boy's well-being, but also the boy's family. If those men were to go back for them, heaven forbid... Errol looked away pressing his forehead against his forefingers. He could really use a drink right now...

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Molly hunched her shoulders shyly when the bubbly girl came over and begin to interact with her. She was looking at the mess she mad with the black crayon, suddenly feeling a little apprehensive. Instead of getting a drawing for Christie to see, Molly began to rub her little stubby fingers on the surface of the table, trying so hard to get the black crayon off the surface. She wasn't suppose to make messes. Deep down the little girl knew her mother wouldn't mind, but there was always a shadow behind her... Molly licked the tip of her thumb, bringing back on the hard surface to try to get the marks out again. The little girl kept focus on the task at hand, overwhelmed when the older gentleman came and sat on the other side of her coloring table. Although it seemed like she was extremely focused on getting her creative space clean, the little girl had a sense about her that she understood what was happening outside of her little personal bubble.

Nicole was sitting back in her chair, her whole demeanor changed and less focused. The bags under the woman's eyes were showing, and her spirit seemed broken and sorrowful now. She cupped her forehead with her hands, just waiting for the feelings to pass. She appreciated Christie's apologies, but the words still stung from the other boy's coldness. However, Jean's words did pick up her interest. The police never asked for that kind of information before. She cleared her throat, staying in her depressed position. It was going to sound crazy, but maybe this was the break through they needed. "Weird things happened around Carter all the time..." Nicole said softly. "Objects... would float unnaturally, pictures would fall off the wall, things would be moved out of place that was... unexplainable... Once when Carter was mad, a glass of milk exploded... I thought it was a ghost, or his father brought something home... But before we... moved..." The memory of that was too painful for Nicole to say in words. The fear, the anger, the adrenalin, the way things were... Nicole looked over at her daughter, who was having her own little break down in a sense that only a mother could see. Her eyes soften as she watched her daughter. "Molly seems to understand adults better than her age group. It's like... she knows what you're thinking and feeling..."

The little girl was finished with trying to clean the black off of the white surface. She then looked to the drawings before her. The whole time since the group walked in the room, she made several drawings... Each of them had a story to tell. Whether they were true or imagination, that was up to the viewer. There were about six or seven of them, a lot of which did not have happiness in them at all. None of them were in chronological order, they were just scattered all around. Molly took the first one and placed it in front of her. Then she took the second one, then the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and seventh aligning them on the table top for the two adults to see. Molly then folded her hands in her lap. Not saying a word or looking at anyone at all.

Jex laughed, putting his hands on his narrow hips. "I'm fine, don't worry about me! I'm a strong, capable, handsome, young guy!" Jex ignored the groan of dismay from his uncle and smirked. "Alright, let's get you in the car, nice and easy now." Jex moved in front of Ryan, figuring out the best way to pick the young lad up. Then he just thought it would be SO much easier if Uncle Errol just used his telekinetics to lift the boy up and place in him, but then how would that be explained if that was caught on security camera or someone's cell phone? Nah, they'll have to do this the old fashion way as Jex was originally planning on doing. "Sorry, this is going to be a little awkward, bare with me."

Jex gently wedged his hand down Ryan's back and used the other arm to scoop under Ryan's knees. Jex positioned himself just right so he wouldn't throw out his back, and then lifted Ryan up, bridal style. Jex grunted as he moved the kid, keeping a firm grip on him to make sure he didn't slip out of his hands. He then scooted over gradually to the car as Errol took the wheelchair and placed it in the trunk, and gently set Ryan in on the leather seat. "There you go. See? I told you I was strong." Jex breathed out, suddenly realizing how close he was to Ryan's face and that he was leaning over him. The boy seemed... Kind of cute. Jex blushed and cleared his throat, pulling a seat belt over Ryan's chest, being careful to put the shoulder strap behind Ryan so he wouldn't get hurt if they suddenly braked.

"I'm... going to go sit by you in the back. Uncle Errol's going to be up front." Jex winked at the last minute, and then glanced down nervously before moving away and closing the passenger door. Errol got in the front seat of the cab while Jex slipped in through the passenger side. Soon, they were on their way to their destination. Jex was tapping his fingers on his knees rhythmically, nervous about what he just did. He never really had flirted with anyone before... And the kids was probably younger than him. Was that okay? Was he going against nature? Was this natural? So many questions buzzed in the telegraphist's mind. For Christmas's sake, YOU JUST MET HIM. SLOOOOOW DOOOOOOWN.

Jex, tone it down a bit.

The older teen hunched his shoulders, quickly looking out the passenger window. He forgot his uncle was especially gifted in both fields of the supernatural. "So... I guess when we get there, we'll give you your pain meds and find you some clothes, get you set up in a room and then get you something to eat..."

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Nicole sighed out deeply, grabbing the nearest tissue and dabbed at her eyes. "Um, the friend was Issac Scott... His mother is Regina Scott... They live just down the street, five house down." Nicole flinched when Jean mentioned her husband. It brought back such painful memories... "I-I think I have something," she said softly. She got up and walked over to the desk, digging around papers and junk. She found the photo and froze when she looked at it. She wanted to get rid of it so badly... But she was glad she had it for this purpose. She kept it face down as she closed the drawer, walking back to Jean. She handed him the crumbled photograph, her hand a little shaky. "His name is Roman Gerro... The police don't know where he is. He's not at his apartment in Canada. They don't even know if he crossed the border or not. He just... vanished." Nicole tucked a lose strand behind her ear. She was obviously unsettled with this kind of information. She wondered if he was behind the kidnappings, but there had been no clues so far. It seemed like everyone turned a blind eye that day, except...

The young mother glanced up at her daughter, who was still in her own little world. Nicole sighed again, shaking her head. "You can try to talk to her... But she probably won't say anything. The psychologists and detectives already tried to get a response out of her." Nicole pressed her lips in a thin line, remember that they were close to threatening her for not telling them what she had seen. She was frustrated as well, but she still forced herself to understand the reasons behind it all. She should have left Roman sooner.

"What is to say that it wasn't you?" Colton spoke up in a grim voice as he looked up at Nicole. "I mean it is possible that you discovered Carter had powers and were scared of him so you got rid of him. You used the excuse of a kidnapping so no one would point fingers."

Molly held still, keeping her eyes on the table top.

Nicole gaped at the boy that spoke up. She was caught off guard by the comment, appalled that she was even accused. She covered her mouth as more tears formed in her eyes before hugging herself and hunched over in the chair. The emotional pain was just unbearable at this point.

"It wouldn't be the first time I saw something like that happen you know."

"Stop it, STOP IT!" Nicole screamed, standing up abruptly, knocking the chair back.

Molly took out another piece of paper, beginning to scribble furiously with black.

"I LOVE my SON! " She pounded her chest where her heart was, hard. "I've been running his story on his disappearance for MONTHS! I've been printing out fliers, walking up and down the streets, trying to squeeze information out of people TO FIND MY SON!"

The sound of ripping paper could be heard, snapping the angry mother out of her anger rage. Molly had colored so furiously she ripped through the paper. Black crayon ran across the table top until the yelling stopped, and then Molly stopped all together.

Nicole shoulders heaved, her whole frame shaking. "I don't know what your problem is, but think of what you're..." Nicole stopped talking, trailing off as she sat down heavily in the chair. She was done. She was running on emotional fumes right now, barely surviving, barely hanging on. She had to remember something though... These strangers didn't know her whole story. They didn't know how Carter came to be, or even Molly for that matter. She felt attacked though, placed in a corner with no where to run. It reminded her too much of her passed life. "You don't know anything," she said silently under her breath. She was starting to shut down, even though she knew she was innocent. The police even questioned her, thinking she probably had something to do with her son's disappearance. She felt betrayed, used.

"You can try to talk to Molly, but she will be silent," Nicole whispered, repeating the same thing again without realizing it, her mouth dry from the rage she felt inside. "The detectives and psychologists couldn't get anything out of her..."

Molly sat there quietly, staring at the table top. She wasn't making the move to color or draw anymore and stared down at the ripped, black colored paper.

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Danni didn't even respond as Noah was being his cocky self and was being as stupid as ever. "Pipe down, Becca," Danni said in a tired voice, pulling him into the observation room by his shirt with her telekinetics. She didn't want to be trapped in here with the guy that was pissing her off, but she figured she could endure a few more hours of this crap. She then shut the door with a wave of her hand, pressing different buttons typing in different things. "Test will begin in Three... Two... One..."

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The lights in the testing room dimmed, and Lief would find himself in a rough part of some unknown city. The rain was coming down in a steady drizzle, police sirens whined somewhere in the distance, and there were unsavory people wandering around in the street.

"Psst. PSSST! Over here!"

Lief would see a man dressed in a heavy rain jacket, gesturing with a fingerless gloved hand for him to come over. Lief would walk up to him, unsure about this until the man speaks. He smells, he has an unkempt beard, his hair is greasy, his clothes tattered and worn, his breath is awful and a lot of teeth are missing, but his message is urgent. "The meeting, it's in there." The homeless man gestures to the building behind him, with a flashing sign above the door which read 'The Library: Gentlemen Only' "It's in the basement. It's gonna start any minute now. You have to get there. They're gonna say where the exchange is takin' place. Be careful! If they catch you..." The man made a slitting throat action with his fingers. "Good luck!" And with that, the man hurried off.

Lief looked at the building, unsure what he would do. He was certainly too young for this sort of place. He would have to blend in somehow. Just then, a crowd of people began to file in, laughing and carrying on. This was his chance. Lief walked over to the group casually, pulling his jacket tight around his cheek. He then got lost in the middle of the crowd, stepping into the smoke filled brothel. He then made himself scarce from the unaware guards, hiding against the walls in the shadow to assess the situation.

Loud bass music was booming through the whole place, lights were flashing in time to the music, and the atmosphere itself was worldly and dark... Stripper poles seemed to be everywhere, and there was one on a center stage in the middle of the room. Lief cringed in disgust, keeping his focus through the music. He then saw a stream of light, coming from the back, and saw someone walking through a door before going downstairs. Taking in a deep breath, Lief acted as calm as possible, gradually making his way to the back through the raunchy crowd that were throwing money to two girls on a single pole. He then slipped in through the door, seeing a flight of stairs heading downwards to a dirt covered floor. He could hear voices down there and took in a silent breath. His heart was pounding in his chest as he began to take light, quick steps down the wooden, rickidy stairs. He barely made a noise and reached the bottom, then quickly ducking behind some boxes and crates. There were two men standing by a door, both of them buff. Lief listened carefully and could hear voices through the thin, wooden door. There were a pile of boxes against a wall, and just enough room for someone to hide and lean their ear against the wall. He had to get over there somehow...

More steps were heard from above, and a few gentlemen dressed professionally walked up to the guards. They were distracted. Lief made his move, keeping to the shadows and keeping low as he ducked by the pile of boxes. His heart hammered in his chest as he forced himself to quiet his breathing as the gentlemen were let in. Lief was out of sight for now... And right by his ear was a light emitting from the room within. Lief couldn't believe his luck. He peeked through the hole. There were about five men in there, and one woman. The woman was with a man, both of them looking tired and angry.

"So, are you sure you want to do this? You still have the option of backing out-"

"Yes!" the woman snapped, sneering at the men in the business suits. "It's been nothing but trouble since the day it was born. I want nothing to do with that... thing. That freak of nature..."

"Very well." The men pulled out some paper work and handed the mother a pen. "If you would both sign here please..."

Lief would probably be wondering what was going on. What were they talking about? What were they going to exchange...?

The woman and the man in casual clothing scribbled furiously at the paperwork, making them fly across the table back to the other men as soon as they were finished. "Where's the money? You promised me thirty five grand!"

The man delegating the meeting raised his hand, hushing the angry woman. "It's all been arranged. We will be there to pick up the girl at Warehouse Fifteen on Robinson Street, 346, one hour from now. When we receive word we got the girl, we will give you this brief case with what we promised. Is that understood?"

No. No, it couldn't be. This wasn't happening! This scenario was all too familiar to Lief.

"HEY!"

One of the guards had noticed Lief! He stood up as the guard tried to run at him, but dodged him and booked it for the stairs. Insert an epic escape scene where Maka is getting too lazy to write out, but he uses his powers and whatnot cause people try to stop him, woohoo, lolololol, and then tada,like magic made only by the writer, he's at the warehouse.

LIef would be approaching a boarded up window. Inside, there was someone kneeling on the ground with a gun pointed to their head. From what Lief could see, it was a girl around the same age as him. She was crying silently, her hands bound behind her back and her mouth gagged. She also had some kind of blindfold over her eyes.

"Is that the freak?" Another man in a business suit asks, walking up to the man who had the gun pointed to her head.

"Yeah. It is."

"Does it have powers?"

The man scoffed, pointing to a cut on his head. "You wanna find out for yourself like I did? I would keep the blindfold on if I was you..." The man kicked the girl in the side, hard. She feel to the ground with a muffled scream, curling up in a fetal position on the ground.

Lief couldn't take anymore of this. He knew what was going to happen. He had to make a move-

Click. The sound of a gun being cocked sounded behind Lief.

"You're dead, kid."

And then the simulation suddenly ended.

The purple eyed boy raised an eyebrow, hearing the slip of the tongue. "Knight in shining armor?" Jex grinned from ear to ear, his cheeks flushing in happiness. "Aw, you're so nice!" Jex chuckled as he stepped lighter, pushing the wheelchair to the back entrance. He could be a bit of a girl sometimes when it came to compliments. He was so used to Danni belittling him all the time that he was starting to think he was good for nothing. Even though Rose-

Rose...

Jex felt his heart drop. Rose... Where in the world was she? Him and her shared a special bond of sorts, but it wasn't anything romantic. In fact, they pair agreed on to never pursue a romantic relationship together, ever. After what happened to the two of them, they decided together that being great friends was good enough for them. Jex had never really had a crush on anyone he could think of. He didn't even think he ever went on a date with someone... ever. Was it cause he was such an introvert he never had reached out to anyone? Sheesh, he needed to get out more often. Still, in the back of his mind, he hoped Rose was alright... Where ever she was.

"Soccer, running, video games, and swimming eh? You have a healthy balance of activities there. I'm a lazy bum myself." Jex wasn't going to let the thought of Rose's disappearance upset him. She wouldn't want that anyways. She would want him to not worry and try to be as happy as he could, let things work out the way they were suppose to or some crap like that. Jex pushed Ryan through the automatic back sliding doors. A cab was waiting for them, and Errol was standing at the passengers side, ready to help load Ryan in. Jex put the breaks on the wheelchair before moving around to Ryan's side. "Need help getting in? Take it slow." Jex stood in position, ready to catch Ryan if he needed to. "Or do you want me to transfer you in? Lift you up and place you in I mean without you standing up... That might be better. Is it alright if I do that?"

Errol was standing there silently, letting the boys figure out what they were going to do. He was using his Spatial Sense, trying to make sure they weren't being followed or being watched by an ominous force.

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Jex winced in sympathy when Ryan flinched in pain from his joke. "Er, sorry... Kind of forgot about that..." He then stabbed the juice box with the straw, and then handed it to Ryan. It was then he was able to get a good look at the boy. He had unusual golden eyes, then again his own eyes were not the normal sight either. It was due to some rare disorder of a kind of albino-ism. Ryan seemed like the kind of guy that tried to have a good attitude no matter what, and it was quite a refreshing thing to Jex.

"Ready to roll."

The teen sighed out and then moved behind Ryan's wheelchair. "Okay, we're going to head out now. If anyone freaks out when they see you, I'll be here to protect you... Alright? I'm not going to let you get shot again. If Uncle Errol's Mind Manipulation worked, everyone should leave us alone..." Jex tightened his hold on the wheelchair handles, taking in a deep breath. "And here we go..." Jex pushed Ryan out of the hospital room and down the winding hallways that twisted and turned. Jex hated the smell of the hospital, and the thoughts buzzing through the frequency only he could feel was unnerving. He tried to keep his mind focused on the mission at hand, hoping they would be able to leave without a hitch. "So, Ryan, what do you like to do?" it would be a good distraction just to talk for a bit. The emotions in this place... It was so suffocating...

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The teen let out a laugh, amused with Ryan's joke. "Yeah..." Jex looked around the room, and then saw what looked like a crumbled traffic cone by the entrance of the door to the room. Maybe it was used as a door stopper or to let people know where hidden spills were. Either way, it gave the boy an idea. He went over to the crumbled traffic cone and put it on top of his head before facing Ryan. He then got a playful serious face and said "You're a hazard Harry," in a gruff, funny voice. Jex chuckled, taking the traffic cone off his head and placed it by the door frame once more. "A Harry Potter fan, eh? Looks like we'll get along just fine. I like to read... Draw... Sketch... I'm not that interesting of a person."

He smiled and then realized there were beads of sweat coming down Ryan's face. Concern flitted over the older teen's purple eyes and he walked back over to Ryan. "How is the pain? Are you going to hold up alright?" Jex crouched down in front of the boy, feeling the boy's forehead with his cool hand, now scrubbed cleaned and no longer blood stained. "Blanket was a bad idea, my bad." Jex pulled his hand away and took the blanket off of Ryan and folded it up, deciding to carry it under his arm just in case Ryan needed it. He had a feeling the boy wouldn't, but he couldn't be too sure. Jex then looked over to the hospital night stand and saw an unopened juice box sitting there. Jex smiled and grabbed it, bringing it back over to Ryan. "I think this one has your name on it, it feels cool too. Want it?" Jex turned it in his hand, seeing what kind it was. "I think it's apple juice... from consecrate."

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"Whoa!" Jex caught Ryan, being careful to not grab or run into his bullet wound. "Take it easy," Jex said with a caring smile as Errol brought the wheelchair around for him. "Here we go," the older teen sat Ryan carefully down and then knelt to his height, looking at him with concern. "Are you okay?"

Although Jex was able to read minds, he didn't like to use that ability often unless he had to or the thoughts of others around him were loud enough to force him to focus on what they were saying... Or thinking. He noticed that Ryan seemed to ask nervous around him for some reason, and that he was... blushing? Why was that? Lack of oxygen in his lungs? Was Jex scary and intimidating? He hoped not. Danni always pointed out how dark, brooding, and mysterious he seemed from time to time, while Jex would always reply with a raspy voice 'I'm Batman.' Now he was worried that sort of appearance was making Ryan scared.

Errol watched the two boys interacting, allowing him to sense the emotions emitting off of the pair. One seemed to be in a state of panic while the other one was aloof and acting as if he was oblivious to all of that. Jex had an admirer and he didn't even know it. Cute. "If you think I killed people to get you out, I didn't." Errol said to Ryan with a serious look on his face as Jex stood up to grab a blanket. "Just simple mind manipulation, and wallah. No harm done, I swear. I'm not that kind of being."

Jex came back to Ryan with the blanket, placing it carefully over the boy's lap. Even though it was a warm day outside, Jex wanted to make sure his new friend was comforted in some way. He did just go through a life or death situation after all, and he was feeling bad for blacking out when the boy needed him the most.

"Jex, can you handle this on your own while I check our friend out and fetch a cab?" Errol asked as he watched his nephew try to be the best caregiver he could be.

"Um, sure!" Jex replied without hesitation and saluted his uncle. "You can count on me, sir!"

Errol smirked. "Good lad. I'll bring the car around back. You know where. Wait for me to go first, and then you two will follow. Got it?"

"Rodger Dodger," Jex pipped, watching as his uncle walked out of the door and left the two boys alone in the hospital room. "We're going to take you to our place," Jex explained, realizing the poor boy was probably out of the loop. "You'll be safer there."

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Molly stopped coloring for a bit, paying some attention to the question that was asked by Jean. Although she was four and did not speak, she was smart. She knew what adults talked about.

The young mother interlaced her fingers, resting her chin on her hands as she thought deeply on the question. She had been asked over and over again about this, but maybe something would be different. "Yes, sort of..." She took in a deep breath, glancing at the floor. "I recently moved here from Canada about a year ago. My relationship with my previous husband was not... A very good one." Nicole fought down the lump in her throat, trying to stay focus on the matter at hand. "I moved with Carter and Molly to get away and so we could start a new life. So we moved here... I thought everything was going to be better, I thought we were finally going to be safe, but..." Nicole bit her lower lip, blinking rapidly so she could stop the tears from coming. She already cried so much, why was it still so painful? The blonde shook her head, laughing at herself. "I'm sorry." She forced a smile, looking up at Jean and then the other two people that had accompanied him.

Molly went back to drawing again, taking a new sheet of paper and started to make distinctive shapes and pictures.

"I took a job as a newspaper reporter for the Reno Gazette, they offered enough funds to help us survive... I covered small stories like openings of restaurants, charity events, good deeds being done, unexplained miracles happening, things like that. But... something happened... Carter was on a field trip with some classmates to Lake Tahoe, and then one of his classmates who was in a wheel chair almost drowned. Some classmates were trying to play a prank on her and unlocked the brakes, letting her go down a hill because they wanted to see how fast she would go or something stupid..." Nicole shook her head and place a hand on her forehead, recalling the story. "Miraculously, the wheel chair stopped right at the water's edge, but no one knew what happened... Or how it happened... She was safe, no harm had come to her. I covered the story." Nicole stood up and took a newspaper that was framed off the wall and handed it to Jean. There was a picture of Carter when he was seven, standing next to a girl in a wheeling chair, smiling at the camera under an article that was titled 'Guardian Angel of Lake Tahoe'.

"They posted this photo without my permission... I didn't want anything out because the chance of his father finding out where we were was terrifying." The young mother shivered, rubbing her arms up and down as she let the group look over the photo. " After this story was run, it felt like someone was always watching us... I swear some cars tailed us many times, but I never saw anyone suspicious, it was just the feeling I had..." Nicole begin to rub her temples. The feelings of guilt were so overwhelming, but she wanted to continue so badly. "I sound so crazy right now... I went to the police, but they couldn't do anything about it. There was no concrete evidence. I couldn't get any. It was so... So frustrating. They told us that it was probably nothing, to just carry on with our normal lives and that I was being paranoid."

Nicole stopped rubbing her temples and tried to keep a steady gaze on Jean. "I took Carter and Molly to the park to have a play date with another of Carter's friends and his family. The boys went to go look for frogs, Molly was holding my hand... Carter's friend's mom introduced me to to someone who was looking for someone to cover a story of some kind of generous donation to the Children's Hospital... Raven Sun, I think, was the organization... Molly kept tugging on my hand... I should have looked, but I was so caught up in the moment..." Nicole's eyes faltered as she looked down to the floor. She sighed out heavily as tears were now threatening to fall and her shoulders shook with silent grief. "Carter's friend came back, told us he lost Carter when they split up for a little while." Nicole's voice was shaky, almost raspy as tears begin to roll down her cheeks. "Molly took off running, I went after her... We came to the creek where they were playing, Carter was no where to be found. No one had seen Carter... We couldn't find him. Molly..." She looked over at her little girl who's eyes were glued to the paper now, coloring furiously. "She probably saw something... She doesn't speak though. She hadn't since she was three..."

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Errol watched the doctors and nurses as they began to unhook Ryan. Errol did nothing but Mind Walk through the boy's subconscious. Ryan waking up was according to his own free will. As soon as the doctors and medical personnel left, Errol stretched his legs out and smiled knowingly at the boy. The boy had a strong willpower, that was clear enough from his miraculous awakening. When the boy mentioned his nephew, Errol glanced over at him, his smile fading a bit. "He fainted at least two times. He has a very high fear of blood... He and I were so caught up trying to save you that he forgot his fear for a moment until the situation was under control." The man stood to his feet and he pressed his knuckles together, popping the joints one at a time. "With some persuasion, I already have your pain medication. No one knows about what happened to you before you were shot, I made sure of that." He looked to Ryan, his eyes serious. "We need to move though. Can you sit up at all?"

Wake up.

Hearing the command from his uncle, Jex's eyes shot open as he sat up. "Mm, what?" he asked, still half-asleep as he scratched his head, making his black hair stand up on end. After blinking a few times, Jex realized he wasn't on the street anymore or at the academy. He remembered now. He was at the hospital with Errol and the new kid. He looked over at the boy in the other bed, smiling sleepily. "Hey Ryan, good to see you awake. Sorry for disappearing on you earlier." Jex swung his legs over the side of the bed, standing up gradually as Errol handed him a juice box.

"Drink this, you're going to need it."

Through silent communication, Errol already told Jex what was happening and what they needed to do. Jex poked a straw through the top and began to drink the highly sugared apple juice. He then paused, walking over to Ryan's bedside calmly. "Ready to go? I can help you if you need it," he offered, smiling with a sense of compassion and care.

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"Nah, not trying to bang pots and pans. Me and Silenty have something special, like a mosquito has with human flesh." She wasn't even phased with the words thrown at her or the shedding of blood before her eyes. They were both very proud members, kind of arrogant too. But Kye wasn't going to say that out loud. "Curiosity kills the cat, but the cat is curious how this will play out." The young adult stood to her feet, tipping her top hat to shade her strange eyes. "Whispers through the vines become clamors of confusion," Kye said quietly, indicating to Tobias. She then pointed to a security camera that was angled at them on one end of the alleyway, and then pointed to a second one above them pointing down, and then a third on the opposite side pointed downward at them. "Tread lightly."

She tipped her hat to the pair and then began to wander off, heading a different direction. She wasn't going to clean up after them, that wasn't her job. That was all Cynthia's father and whoever he enlisted next's doing. If they were too proud to ask her for help, fine. She could let them flounder on their own. "I know something you don't know~," she whispered in a sing-song voice, smirking as she walked away. She knew a lot of things that anybody else didn't know. She needed to head to Reno, Nevada after all. That was where she was going to have some real fun.

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Nicole smiled and excused herself to get a glass of water for Jean and Christie. She then came back with the glasses, each of them having a few cubes of ice to keep them cool and handed them each to the pair. She then sat back down, glancing over at her daughter once more. Molly was still silent as usual, coloring as quietly as she could and keeping focus on the work at hand. Nicole then looked back at the trio before her. Again, she silently doubted how they were going to help her, but she was desperate. If someone, anyone, could just find her little boy...

"Where would you like me to start?" she asked, looking at Jean for confirmation to speak and to tell her side of the story.

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Dr. Strain was preoccupied in his study cubical, surrounded by tinted windows that only showed a shadow of what was inside to someone looking over in his general direction, unaware that a government official had even shown up. If the business was important enough, he figured someone would interrupt him abruptly. He would probably stare coldly at the intruder, or say something to make them wish they were never born. For now, he wasn't too keen on his surroundings or really cared much for the people within the lab. He had a lot of work to do, and if things went according to schedule, he could have a little fun tonight after spending his time here in this dismal place with his co-workers. And oh what fun he was going to have...

He was wearing his usual lab coat and one rubber glove on his left hand as he worked with something before him with his robotic right hand. Noise canceling headphones sat on top of his ears up on loud as he bent over some kind of small piece of machinery. It looked like a headband, but one couldn't be too sure. He occasionally stopped working and wagged a robotic finger in time to Piano Sonata No. 11 in A major, K. 331- III. Ronadò all Turca by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. He enjoyed classics like this, it helped him to keep focused on the task at hand. Although he never had a problem focusing before in his life, this helped enhance his brain. Some sort of science study or something trivial on the matter... He didn't think about the science behind music all that much. He had other things to focus on. He was enjoying his quiet time to himself, hoping it could last for most of the day. He was in a good mood for once, which was rare for the scientist.






"I'm sorry, Ryan. Jex was feeling a little unwell. He's alright now."

Errol was standing on the sandy beach, not too far away from the boy. He looked around and then hummed to himself in deep thought. "So this is where you go. Hm, not a bad place..." He then looked at Ryan, his stormy grey eyes steady and sincere. "Hello, my name is Errol Ingrao... I'm the headmaster at the Preparatory Academy. It's a school of sorts for people like you. People with unusual gifts and abilities. Do you remember what happened, Ryan?" The man approached the boy as he laid on the beach until he stood by him, looking down at Ryan. "I was trying to distract those men that were after you, but that plan backfired. One of the men pulled a gun on you in anger, because he knew what you were..."

He then crouched by the boy, sighing out. "You were shot, right here." Errol tapped on Ryan's chest where he had seen a bullet hole, but the boy would feel no pain. Just some kind of odd, unexplained pressure. "An ambulance took you to the hospital, right when you blacked out. You had been in surgery for about five hours. A bullet was pulled from your rib cage. The doctors told me that you would make it, but it is up to now." And then, the older man smiled tiredly as he stood back up again and dusted himself off. "Your time is not up yet, Ryan. You still have more life to live. It won't be easy, but I will be here. My nephew, Jex, he will also be here for you. We know what you are. You are the same as us.... We will explain it more to you when you wake up."

The man looked over the vast ocean before, inhaling deeply. "You're in a tight spot, kid. But we will help you through it. When you're ready to wake up, we'll be here for you. I promise."

And then just like that, the man was gone from Ryan's dream.

Errol groaned when he finished his Mind Walking and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He was sitting in an uncomfortable green hospital chair, right in between the two boys in one of the recovery rooms in the hospital. He looked over to his nephew, who was now sleeping after fainting at least two times at the seen of the crime. Jex had no memory of what happened and his body was so worn out that the teen eventually shut down completely and was now taking a nap. The boy would wake up disoriented, he was sure of it. He probably shouldn't have brought him with him. It was then Errol reflected on Jean. He wondered how he was fairing with the mother of the missing child and if he was making progress with the case. Oh what a day it had been so far... And it wasn't over yet.

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"Damn!" There was little to no time to react when the man was thrown against the wall, and the other shot the boy. The shooter fled the scene, and the boy was on the ground, bleeding to death. Errol was quick to the boy's side, kneeling down next to him to figure out where he had been shot and what to do next. "Hey, stay with me kid! You're going to be okay." Errol saw the hole in the boy's chest close to the center, but not right over the heart. Blood wasn't pooling under him, so the bullet must have remained intact in the boy's body. Where at, he didn't know. He wasn't going to remove it. "Everything is going to be alright. Do you hear me? You're going to be fine. Stay with me!"

Another figure came running into the alleyway. "Uncle Errol!" Jex called as he ran to his mentor's side, quickly kneeling down next to him.

"Jex, quick, do you have tape on you and a plastic bag?" Errol asked as he ripped his own shirt and used it as a bandage to stop the bleeding for now. "Hey, you're going to be okay," Errol said to the boy, keeping an eye on his breathing.

Jex pulled out some colorful duct tape he usually carried on him and a plastic snack bag with crackers in it. Jex dumped the contents out of the bag on the ground and quickly went to work, knowing exactly what his uncle needed him to do right now. "Hey, Ryan, I need you to breath out and hold your breath for just a moment." The boy didn't say his name to the telepathic, but he didn't need to. "We're going to put something over the wound to help you breathe- He's losing conscious!"

Errol and Jex quickly worked as a team, taping the simple snack bag over the boy's chest on three sides and leaving one side open for circulation. A crowd was starting to form at the the entrance in the alleyway as the young teen and older man worked on the wounded boy. Calls for emergency assistance had already been place as the ambulance sirens began to get closer and closer.

"Ryan, stay with us!" Jex pleaded to the boy in his mind as he fought to keep his connection. "Just focus on the happy stuff. Focus... Come on, you can't give up, not now!" As Jex touched the boy's head to make a stronger telepathic connection while Errol was placing pieces of his shirt and keeping pressure on the wound, he realized his hands were a light shade of red. He was so caught up in the moment earlier that he didn't realize the blood that was beginning to stain his hands until now. Jex was turning white with every second that was passing by, his mouth growing dry and his head light. He needed to be here for this kid, he couldn't faint now! "Focus..." he said out loud and in telepathic communication, taking in deep, labored breaths. "Happy... thoughts... Sunshine... Bicycle rides... Ocean waves..."

Soon the ambulance backed up into the alleyway as a rescue team hoped out and began to take over the scene where the shooting occurred. Ryan was placed on a stretcher as an IV was placed in him before loading up into the ambulance. Errol was to his feet, quickly moving to go with the boy while Jex stayed put, his eyes glazed over. His body felt icy and his ears began to ring. He didn't hear the shouts of the people, or even hear his uncle talking to him. Soon, it felt like Jex didn't have control over gravity anymore as his vision blurred out and faded into black...

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The sound of clapping hands echoed in another alleyway, in a different city... The city of Las Vegas to be exact. Kytheria entered out of the shadows and into the light, smirking as she approached her comrades in a slow, steady pace. "Bravo, bravo... Make them beg like kittens for milk." The girl giggled as she smiled oddly before crouching down to one of the dead bodies and poked them in the face. "Ooo, bad day at the eye doctor, mate. You don't need that no more."

She lifted her head up, grinning like a Cheshire cat at the two standing above her. "Everyone's having fun these days. Living soft, dying hard. But..." She tapped the edge of her top hat and then put a finger on the tip of her nose. "Do they really know what the nose knows?" She let her arms rest on her bent knees, looking at the last man still standing. "Tsk, tsk. Picked a bad day to be a silly brainless tyke. Kids are schooling adults, ho, ho, ho. This is too good. Thinking he's going to spill his guts?" Kytheria snickered under her breath at her own joke, hiding a toothy grin behind her gloved hand.

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Nicole listened to the man that introduced himself as Jean. Interesting enough, he looked almost the same age as her. Standing not too far behind Jean were two teenagers. Teenagers? Were they really working them this young? So many questions circled the young mother's mind, but she was being asked questions for her to answer herself. Grasping what the questions were at the last minute, Nicole smiled hesitantly and stuffed the tissue in her pocket. "Um, may I invite you all inside? It might take a bit to explain things... And..." Nicole gestured with her head over to where a lone news van sat parked across the street. Although the media had died down quite a bit since the months passed, there were still some stray reporters, desperate to be the first to get a new scoop if possible. She opened the door wider to them. "Please, come in. Would you like something to drink? Maybe something to eat?" Even though the young mother's spirit was still raw from the hurt and anguish she felt earlier, she was putting on a brave face now. She wanted to seem strong, even though she felt very weak. She walked inside, expecting the small group to follow her into the living room and close the front door behind them. "I'm sorry about the mess," she said as she picked up stray fliers that had Carter's picture and basic information on them and news papers scattered on the floor and some toys from her four year old daughter as well.

Molly looked up from her table for a brief moment to the strangers that would probably be venturing in through the door soon. When she caught a glimpse of who they were, she immediately focused back on her coloring as if nothing had interrupted her in the first place. She didn't make any noise, say anything, or even hum. Just the sound of crayon and markers over paper could be heard from her side of the room.

"It just hasn't been the same since..." She put them hastily on a very cluttered desk and then stood by one of the chairs, offering Jean and his troupe a seat somewhere. "Have a seat... Anywhere is fine."

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"Hey," a voice called out to the two men arguing in the alleyway. "Are you looking for the odd boy? The one that's on the news?"

Errol was standing there at the entrance of the alley way, acting casual. He heard the conversation being carried out when he approached the last known place where the boy was. The news cast had already broadcast that there was a manhunt for someone who seemed to have burned the faces of his whole family. A youth who just had a birthday today. Something didn't sit right with that scenario to Errol though. Call it his sixth sense or a gut feeling. He had no idea if the boy meant what he did was an accident or on purpose; he was risking a lot coming out to look for him. He sensed the boy was here, he just didn't know where exactly. This brought memories back to the man as he stood there, the smell of sewage wafting up his nose. He had been in this similar situation before, eight years ago... Oh how time flew.

The older gentleman walked up to the two men, looking at each of them in the eye. He read their thoughts. Yes, they were looking for the boy. Yes, they intended to cause harm to him. Errol raised up a hand, taking in a deep breath as he connected with the two minds at once. "This is not the boy you are looking for... In fact, you never heard the news at all. And if you had, it's a hoax, a late April Fool's joke. Someone hacked into the news system and fed the news to them. The boy does not exist. The boy is not here... Time to go enjoy a few drinks. You were worked up for nothing..." Errol had just used Thought Manipulation. If all went well, hopefully his Jedi mind trick had worked and the men would walk away from the scene. If not, Errol would have to find some other means to save the boy.

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"Fair." Benjamin's jaw was rigid. He usually didn't like to be manipulated like this and have someone call the shots for him, but Jason was a close partner to him. He could let this slide, everything else was slowly becoming unravel before him. He tapped his cane on the ground twice, letting out a deep breath of air to release tension that was beginning to build up in his body. "Jason, I will let you take over and fix this mess. If you will excuse me, I have other matters I need to attend to." He didn't feel like bantering or carrying on any further conversation with the man who seemed to be handling things more smoothly than him.

He walked away, cane tapping on the ground with each step. The members of this organization... what happened to all the good, sensible ones? Had spilled blood corrupted their senses? Were they like vampires and monsters in old novels, always needing and thirsting to kill? He walked down the marble hallway, passing by old oil paintings of leaders before him. Maybe his "family" had reasons to doubt him when he had to redeem himself to rejoin the cult again. Maybe he was growing too soft in his old years and becoming a push over. For now, he was set on just keenly observing how things would unfold today. As he told Jason, he had other things to look into.

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Nicole was washing the dishes, scrubbing each plate until her hands ached. She had a well working dishwasher that could easily do the job before her, but something about doing things with her own hands relaxed her. She let her hands disappear in the soapy foam, staring down at the bubbles. The emptiness she felt inside was almost unbearable. Not knowing where her own son was or how he was doing was picking at her gradually from the inside out. For all she knew, he could already be...

A sob escaped her throat and then she bit it back. Her shoulders shook and silent tears rolled down her cheeks, eyes closing tightly. Why wouldn't God help her? Had He had forsaken her? Was her son never going to come home?

The young mother of twenty-five years old felt a tug on her pant leg and she sniffed, looking down to see beautiful, worried, little eyes staring back up her. Nicole smiled gently, sighing out as she pulled her hands out of the suds and wiped them on her apron. "It's okay, Molly." She then wiped the tears away from her cheeks, kneeling down to her daughter's height. "Mommy's just a little sad... Do you want a snack? Or some juice?"

The little girl said and did nothing. Four year old Molly raised a hand up and gently touched her mother's tear stained cheeks. She then reached in her pocket and pulled out a crumbled, unused tissue.

Nicole laughed softly, taking the tissue from her daughter. "Thank you, sweetie. You're so thoughtful."

Just then, the phone rang. Nicole cringed when she heard that annoying tone. She felt that it ruined a beautiful moment and wanted to be rid of it. Touching her daughter's shoulder gently to excuse herself, Nicole stood up and strode over to the phone. Frustration was starting to build up inside of her with each step until she grabbed the phone, bringing up to her ear. "I already told you what I know! Leave us alone!"

"Uuuuh, what? I was just calling to let you know that I'm picking up the missing persons case on your son...? Uuh M-my name Jean Annunziato. I work for Mr. Ingrao? Errol Ingrao? Anyway, I'd like to help... I know it's been three months and all...but I'm willing to give it my all to make up for lost time, ma'm. Th-that's if you would have me-! I- I mean if you would let me help you-!"

Nicole heard something like a gentle smack on the other end. Her heart dropped as she realized she acted kind of harsh over the phone and twirled the cord around her fingers nervously. "Oh... I'm sorry... I thought you were another reporter. Things have just been... You work for Mr. Ingrao?" That made her feel a little better. The man had stopped by to visit her once or twice and was willing to be helpful as possible. She didn't know what he or what his said students would do differently from the police, but she was desperate for anything. "I'll be waiting for you..."

She hanged up the phone and then looked over to Molly. Molly had gone over to her kid size table, back to coloring silently again. Nicole smiled at her little one, and then heard a soft knock at the door. Tiredly, she went up to it and opened it gradually. "Yes...?" she asked, opening it part way and looking out. It was a bright, sunny day and the light made her squint. She quickly blinked to adjust to the light, using the tissue to wipe her eyes to make sure there were no more tears visible. ​

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Benjamin growled under his breath, gripping the handle of his cane tightly. He loathed this kind of news. Things were going down the pipes already. "Don't apologize for things you can't control," Benjamin flatly said, moving away to look at the mission board. "Where did I go wrong..." He massaged the bridge of his nose, trying to ease the headache that was coming on. If he had a strong say-so, he probably would have banned Cynthia and Tobias long ago from the Raven Sun. But it was good to keep his enemies close. After all, banned members always had a way of coming back to haunt him. The world needed to keep in balance, and sometimes one didn't get what he wanted in life. Benjamin was one of those people. When Jason announced the mission, Benjamin cringed. Jason should have kept it under tighter wraps. Oh well, one more wave to ride out. This was just a bad day for Raven Sun.

Looks pretty good to me. Just be sure to follow the rules, and don't be afraid to ask questions. We'll be happy to answer them as you see.

Summary So Far: At the academy in Reno Nevada, testing day is going on. This is where everyone takes a test to prove their powers and their skill level. Tests are overseen by mentors Danni and Jex. Jex is the only telepathist in the RP, so I think he'll come looking for you if I figure out some way to get Errol to notice the strange occurrence with your character. Maybe I'll have Jex sense a tremor in the force or something. Christie, Colton, and Jean are students at the academy and they're on their way to do a mission to find a missing boy.

In Raven Sun, in Las Vegas Nevada, members Cynthia and Tobias are on a quest to find "The Silent Killer" and are in the process of "interrogating" people that might know him. My character, Kytheria, is keeping watch over them. But a government agent called her, and she has to leave her post but is waiting for someone to cover her before she leaves.

In the Scientist area, Lucas, India, and Isabella are in the process of creating a system to track down those with powers and are going to head to Reno Nevada eventually.

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In the End by Black Veil Brides