Maximum Ride...ROCKS! discussion

"Ray! Ray!" Was all she could say of his name but she said it nice and loud.
"Pea-" Something covered his mouth, muffling his scream. He looked up in horror as a lady with slick black hair held a roll of silver tape to his mouth and cut the end off.
Soon, he was bound wrist and ankle by the tape and thrown into a sack, still hearing his sister's cries.
Pearl didn't have a clue what was going on? These strange men...their strange clothes....where was Mama? Where was Dad? Vicky?
"VICKY!" She screamed. A nearby boy covered her mouth with his rough hand.
"Let go of Pearl, Kyle," Vicky walked into the room carrying a knife. "Or else."

((Bergin is 6))
Bergin was heading home for dinner, taking a short cut through the woods that ended in his backyard. Suddenly, someone grabed his sholders from behind, and he reacted instantly, driving both elbows into their stomach. There was a rush of breath as they lost their wind, and Bergin ripped free and ran. A hand flashed out, looking somehow not like a hand, and gripped his arm. "Let go!" he shouted, clawing at it. Whoever it belonged to laughed, and Bergin twisted his head and bit it. This had apparently not been expected, as whoever it was realeased him just long for him to start running again.
"Does it have to be this one?" he heard someone grumble from behind him as the hands closed around his throat and yanked him backwards. He scrabled at his neck, his vision shrinking to a pinpoint as he was unable to draw air.
"Yes," he heard someone else snap. "Be more car-"
Everything dissapeared.

((if i post sum1's past, who's shud i put? i has bout 11 people to put histories4, but i control like 8...))

Bergin didn't want to wake up yet. He could tell, in a disconnected sort of way, that when he did, it was going to hurt.
"Get up already!" a voice hissed. There was a sudden vibration along with a sound of shaking metal. Bergin's eyes flew open and he was imediatly assulted with a sharp pain in his neck, as well as an itching pain all over. The next thing he noticed was that he was in a cage.
"Good, he's alive," said another voice, and Bergin looked up to see two people watching him.
"Yes, the mutation has no undisirable side affects," said the younger of them.
Mutation? Bergin looked down and started in shock. He was covered in green scales, and he had claws. He felt something on his sholder blades, and shook them, trying to get it off, but was suddenly cramped. He turned his head and yelped. He had wings. Great, leathery, spiked wings.
"Very sucessful," continued the younger one with a smile.
"What did you do!?!" hissed Bergin, furrious.
"Improved you," the whitecoat said calmly.
Here's what I think of you "improvements". Bergin spat at the mans' feet, but to his increased shock, it came out as flame. The two men quickly stepped backwards. Bergin's hands currled around the bars, and he spat fire again, forcing them away.
"I see we'll have to continue this later," said the older whitecoat, and they left.

"It worked! I did it!" exclaimed the young woman, looking down at the mutant she had created. "This has to be the youngest yet who wasn't a test-tube!" The man standing behind her, her mentor, rolled his eyes.
"The mutation was completly set up. A 12-year-old could have done it."
"Still! And the frost dragon mutation has completly taken hold."
"Yes, well," the man snapped. "We'll put it in a cage and you can do experiments later. For now, you have other studies to attend to. Becides, there was hardly a chance that it wouldn't work. To make it easier, we chose a subject who's brother had already been sucsessfuly mutated with a dragon." The younger whitecoat's elation didn't fade, and she was practicaly bouncing as they walked away. Then she stopped and turned to her teacher.
"Isn't it customary to give it a name? Just so it can be more easily identified?"
The man sighed. "You're too attached to your work. Come on." He half-dragged her from the room.

Bergin was tence. That day, no one had come to try and collect him for testing, and he was sure that it did not bode well. Finally a whitecoat came in, smirking. Seeing Bergin's expression, the smirk turned into a snear. "Oh, we've already done testing. Did you know that sometimes you sneeze in your sleep?" Bergin was confused. The whitecoat sat on a counter and turned on a small television that was sitting there for no aparent reason.
"-continue to try and beat back the flames. The surrounding areas have been completly evacuated, but those living near the beginnings of the fire are still being refered to as 'missing, presumed dead'........." The report continued, and Bergin realized with horor that it had started very close to his house. He sank to the floor of his cage, shaking, then started to cry.
"Yes, a very dangerous thing, a sneeze. At least when you have the ability to breathe fire." The whitecoat left, leaving Bergin to be tortured by the images of the disaster that he had aparently created.

"Think of it as a sort of sleep-away school," Jeena's mother told her. "But you'll have the best treatment that they can give. And we can write, or call, or even e-mail."
"It'll be fine," her father assured her. "Really." Jeena bit her lip.
"Are you sure I couldn't just stay with you and we could keep doing what we have been?"
"That is an option," admited her father. "But we want to do what's best for you, and we really think that this is it."
"I'll-I'll have to think about it."
"Take your time honey," said her mother, standing up and giving her a hug. "We'll see you in the morning." They walked out, leaving Jeena to a sleepless night filled with thousands of questions and an impossible dessision.

Jeena and her parents waited for the car to come and pick her up.
"You remembered your brush, right?"
"Yes mom. And my toothpaste. And my phone. And the emergency numbers. And a snack."
Her mother smilled. "I'll trust you have everything else, then." A car drove up, and the driver rolled down the window.
"You Jeena?" Jeena nodded dumbly, suddenly afraid. "Get in then."
"We'll call you tonight to make sure you got there," Jeena's mother said, giving her a last-min. hug and kiss. Her father also nearly broke her ribs in a hug, then they both stepped back as she forced herself to get in the car. Jeena waved out the back window as they grew smaller an smaller in the distance. She didn't stop untill she couldn't see them any more.

"are you sure you can handle this?" a military oficer asked a much younger looking kraai "this? with me and bevo? this is easy!"
"dont act so cockey" a smaller kid in a black cloak sitting next to kraai said, his cloak had a giant black crescent on the back he looked at kraai and said with an icy voice "he knows we can kill him, but its the part that nobody can see us or know were there, thats the problem"
"we can do this, now be quiet because i know you have a plan bevo, you always do"
"i have a few but who said the best one didnt involve you dying?" bevroren spat back
"oh come on bevo, i know you have one, and once we pull this one off ill have enough merits to get another surgery, then we can have any job easily, just i need this ONE bevo?
fine, ill think of of a new one, we should kill this guy before he tries to get us like the last one
ok you can melt his brain or freeze him or something, go ahead i need to get a head start on you, your too fast with your flash step and all
"are you sure you can handle this?" a military oficer asked a much younger looking kraai "this? with me and bevo? this is easy!"
"dont act so cockey" a smaller kid in a black cloak sitting next to kraai said, his cloak had a giant black crescent on the back he looked at kraai and said with an icy voice "he knows we can kill him, but its the part that nobody can see us or know were there, thats the problem"
"we can do this, now be quiet because i know you have a plan bevo, you always do"
"i have a few but who said the best one didnt involve you dying?" bevroren spat back
"oh come on bevo, i know you have one, and once we pull this one off ill have enough merits to get another surgery, then we can have any job easily, just i need this ONE bevo?
fine, ill think of of a new one, we should kill this guy before he tries to get us like the last one
ok you can melt his brain or freeze him or something, go ahead i need to get a head start on you, your too fast with your flash step and all
yes, bevroren projected into his mind go
kraai blasted a hole in the ceiling and shot out of it, he was only 11 at the time, when he was above the building when he heard a scream and then a loud crack, he looked down to see the room glazed in frost
GO! screamed into his mind, he flew as fast as he could away from the building, when he could see it no longer he heard a faint boom and saw bev flying towards him he didnt need to stop for him to catch up because he was next to him in a few seconds
"im going to switch off my telepathy for a bit" bev said kraai looked at his back as he passed him and saw the 4 holes in his cloak with the air shimmering around him two hands came out of his cloak and fixed a small device over his mouth "lets go" bev said, slightly muffled "i have a plan, but im not telling you this time"
"really? what took ya so long?" kraai asked sarcastically
"you bombed my old one so i had to start over, but this ones good"
"they always are bevo" kraai said "what are the coordinates for our target?"
"five north, three east, third window to the right on the second floor for you, room 862 for me"bev said
"and im stuck outside why?" kraai asked
"1, my plan 2, you cant hide your wings" bev replied
"fine by me, i dont like being trapped inside anyways"
"use telepathy now, im going, put some controlled heat at your back to make you go a bit faster" bev said and shot forward and a side of a white sphere appeared at his front followed by a small bang

kraai did as he was told and flew like a bullet, not even having to move his wings, he turned after a short amout of time and saw a huge concrete building and positioned himself on his window go in the open one, three down, and set a fire rang into his mind
got it kraai thought and went to his new window he flew through and saw a girl "katana? what are you doing here?" kraai asked the girl
the small girl smiled "helping you kraai, my-"
"dont say it" kraai cut her off "what did bev tell you?"
"enough"she frowned and started to sheath and unsheathe her claws
"those are new" kraai said just as WHERES MY FIRE??!! blasted into his mind
"run katana, things are about to get complicated" kraai said as he lit his lighter and blew the desk apart
instantly an alarm blared and chaos filled the building people panicked, except for three, there was a sudden swoosh of air and some glass broke six windows down, a body fell out of the window and it hit the ground with an odd boom stay where you are you two, you leave in fifteen minutes through the door, katana you have to blow a hole in the wall across from it three seconds later, meet me on the roof the words flashed into both of their minds
the girl smiled "looks like theres a job to do my friend"
"it would seem that way for now, i dont think hes telling us everything though"
"does he ever tell us everything?" katana questioned him
"theres some good metals here, i think ill make an extension on kai, care to help katana?" kraai asked
"sure" she said as most of the metal in the room rose
"ill flame what looks good" kraai said and lit the lighter again, while pulling out a short english style sword from a sheath on his belt and started to melt some of the iron
katana floated some iron over to the blade and attached it in may places, also making a second blade off to the side of the first
kraai waved the red hot metal around in front of him "that was a good idea kat" he said
" i AM the weapons master, of course it was a good idea" she said as she pulled her two sais from her back pockets and twirled them like a drummer would twirl drumsticks then looked at a clock on the wall "almost there...." she said, twenty seconds later kraai kicked down the door and katana threw a tiny device at the wall it stuck to the wall with a green #2 on it, the 2 changed to a 1, then it detonated with no flame and a large hole was instantly in the wall, the ground katana stood on lifted into the air and floated her through the hole and kraai shot by her
they both flew to the top of the building to see bevroren waiting for them, he jumperd off of the roof and hovered above them, "torch it"he said looking at kraai
kraai turned the entire building into a huge fireball as a cloud approached above them, the trio flew into the cloud
"we got the target and picked up katana, kraai wants another surgery when we get back commander" bev said into an earpiece
"ok, it will be ready" the reply came

the trio all began to fly north towards a mountain range, when they arrived at the largest one katana opened a secret door, they all entered the cave and saw the massive military test site again, the next day kraai's youngest brother came out of surgery in bandages as kraai went into his, he was stuck with a tranquilizing needle and woke to scientists saying "failure" and they radio'd in katana
they told her to kill him
"WHAT!!" she screamed, her pupils starting to become cat-ish "how could i do that, he was the first person i met in this infernal place" she said
"its a test" one of them said "hes your fifteenth target, kill him and you get another surgery, katana"
kill them all, today is the day we will be freed hit there minds ill be outside waiting
kraai smiled "shall we dance katana?"
"oh lets kraai" she said as they both drew their swords and kraai lit both blades on fire, as they slaughtered the scientists one got to the alarm
"im going to get our brother" bev said as the air outside split with lightning
"katana, take that hall, i got this one"kraai said
"sure kraai" she said
they ran in opposite directions they each killed everyone they saw
kraai saw a general coming toward him and flared kai higher
STOP!!! exploded into his mind along with a scream and he unlit kai now katanas on fire kraai! you have to be more careful!
"you save her bevroren or i will rip out your organs" kraai hissed into his earpiece
k but i dont hear her thoughts anymore, i got our brother and i have a plan, you escape and kill all the reinforcements that come, well escape, its the only way well all live do that and ill save katana
"ok bevroren, search for the living, i trust you" kraai said "lets kill them all bevo, LETS GO!"
kraai flew and anyone he met in the halls burst into flames "152 bevo, any survivors?" he asked
183, we killed them all, no survivors, get out!
kraai blew himself an opening in the wall and flew out "goodbye bev, katana, and my brother" he said kraai said as he saw the mountain deatach and raise into the air, it flipped over and rose into the sky "goodbye brother" he heard in his ear
he threw his earpiece to the ground and saw lights on the horizon there they are he thought would be nice to have one of bevo's strats right now he thought as he made a giant pillar of flame around him and flew towards the approaching reinforcements

((you know, i really can't add more to me charrie's histories...
no ideas!))

((I got stumped on Raymond and Pearl's past....might go back to it later...but I got Jett's!))

"We're home Mom!" Zeki cried as Jett and her walked in the door.
"Welcome home!" They're mother said brightly. "How was your day?"
"Great!" Zeki kissed her Mom on the cheek and went down the hallway to her room.
"How was your day Jett?" His Mom asked.
"Mmmmphn..." He groaned, already heading down the hall to his room. He threw his backpack onto his bed, threw off his shoes and began to head to the basement.
"Jett," His mother said sternly. "How was you day."
"Fine." He said flatly.
"The boys teased you again, huh?" She stood up and walked towards Jett who had now stopped in his tracks. Jett felt his gut wrench again. He sighed and hung his arms at his sides. "During English."
His mom put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "What happened?"
"Mr. Braken though he was cheating," Zeki butted in. "I saw it. Greg stole his test paper and Jett tried to get it back but Mr. Braken saw them."
"I got detention tomorrow because of it." Jett groaned, sitting down on a dining room chair. "D*** Greg."
"Jett, don't swear." His mother snapped. "You know better than that."
"I can do what I want," He groaned, leaning on the table. "I'm 16."
"As of a week ago," Zeki smiled. "And I'm 16 too."
"Still," Annoyed, he stood up only to be intercepted by a mother's tight hug.
"I love you, Jett," She cooed. "Don't ever think otherwise."
"I don't need the extra support, thank you very much," He snapped, yanking her arms off him. "Leave me alone." He frowned and thumped down the stairs.

"Cutting yourself again?" Greg pushed Jett over onto the floor, his books splattering everywhere in the way of passing student's feet.
"I hate you..." He muttered the B word before standing up and picking picking up his dirt-trodden books and papers.
And still no one stops to help...what kind of freak show is this?
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"I'm so glad you decided to stay home to help with the dinner party, Zeki." Her Mom smiled as she cut up radishes to look like white spotted mushrooms.
"Eh, nothing exiting happening today anyway...just blah blah blah. Besides, I can catch up easy."
"That's what I love about you, you trouper," She giggled.
"Hey, mom," She asked, putting a tomato on the cutting board. "Um...why do you support Jett a lot?"
"He's straying," She sounded sad. "Something is up with him that makes him feel down...plus the bullies are just despicable." She looked up from her food-sculpting. "He needs extra support. I don't mean to be neglecting you."
"Oh," Zeki glanced down.
"Plus your a straight A student with tons of friends! Your pretty well off."
"Thanks," She forced a smile to her mother.

"Cruddy day," Jett felt the rough bark jab his knuckles as he punched the trunk. Everything had gone wrong...again. The pain felt good as he slugged the tree, imagining it was Greg and his friend's faces. Blood trickled down his fists and splinters stuck into his skin but he enjoyed it. It felt better than the stress.
And Mom's gonna kill me cause of this... He gave the tree another good whack at this thought.
"D*** Greg, D*** school, D*** life!" He yelled, using more swear words than his mom would allow ever. He kept punching the tree until his hands lost feeling. They were covered in blood and wood splinters. He sighed angrily and walked back towards his house, cursing still.

"Mom said not to swear, Jett." Someone said. He glanced behind him to see no one.
"Who is it?" He growled, still angry.
"Your twin sister." He was taken off guard as she pinned him down, throwing his backpack off and to the side.
"Get the freak off me, Zeki." He growled, not swearing.
"No." She had the look of anger in her eyes. "You've ruined my natural life enough."
"What did I ever do to you?" He snapped.
"Mother and Father love you more than me." She held down his arms as he struggled.
"What proof is in that?"
"Have you seen how much they talk to you? Pamper you? Cuddle you!? I'm the older one! I'm the perfect student and who gets all the attention?" She slapped his face. "The useless no good piece of gloom called Jett Jacobson!"
"Well what are you doing to do about it? Life isn't fair! I've figured that out the hard way."
"Well I can cheat," Zeki took out something from her pocket; old plastic ropes from the garage at their house. Jett's eye's widened. He opened his mouth to cry out but Zeki rolled him over, his face into the dirt, and put a knee on his head. He felt her binding up his bloody hands and his ankles. The dirt and grit tasted bad in his mouth. Why is Zeki doing this? WHAT is she doing!? He asked the last question as his face lifted off the ground.
"You'll see," She smiled a smile that made Jett sick as something (it looked like a tool of his dad's) came zooming at him, hitting him in the head and making his world go dark.

((*Looks up* Oh, that's sad........... She seemed so nice untill the last part.........))

((Gets worse...))

Zeki rang the doorbell, hoping her friend wasn't home from her club yet. If she saw her like this she's totally freak. She hated her sister's job and constantly said how cruel it was without giving much detail. Still, from what she heard, the Dudley's seems to be the best place to start.
"May I help you?" A tall, adult girl answered the door. Her hair was streaked with pink and her right cheek was harboring a rather ugly scar.
"You Tamyra Dudley?" She asked, curiously.
"Yes I am. And you are?"
"Zeki Jacobson." She grinned.
"Oh my little sister's friend? Well nice to meet you." She bent over to shake her hand to see Jett knocked out and bound in a heap next to her. "Um...."
"My friend has told me somewhat about you job...and I wanna ask you something."
"Uh, okay."
"Whatever you do there, do you think you can take my brother?" She pushed Jett forward. Tamyra curled her lips into a satisfied smile.
"Your already growing up," she ruffled Zeki's hair. "I'd be glad to. Just a moment." She took Jett into the house and came back out with a stack of something. Zeki gasped as she saw it....it seemed almost impossible!
"No. Way!" Her eyes brightened up and she began to shake at the stack of money was handed to her.
"Just tell your Mom you won something in a raffle like a car and sold it, kay?"
But how am I going to get an excuse for Jett not being there? Zeki thought. She saw that inside the house, the television was on with breaking news saying that there had just been a shooting near the school grounds....
Either my life is perfect or this is all a huge coincidence

((Wow........... I've heard of jelous before but....... Wow......... You're good at this!))

Wynne looked over at Carol, who blankly stared out of the cage. "Carol," she began.
"What?" the other mutant spat angrily, spinning around.
"Um..." Wynne stuttered, a bit scared. "I...we need to escape. Now. And I'm really sorry about your cousin, but we can maybe drag his body out of the school when we get out of here, okay?"
Carol stared at her blankly and then nodded a little. "Yeah. Okay."
"Good." Wynne crawled over and lowered her voice. "Here's the plan..."

Xylia followed her mother into the lab room, fingering a small syringe in her deep coat pocket. It was her latest experiment--a shape shifting liquid. She had planned to test it on one of the two mutants, but she still needed to decide which one.
Xylia's mother carefully put on a pair of thick rubber gloves and unlocked the cage. "Time for testing," she said with an evil grin.
All of a sudden, Wynne whizzed out of the cage, knocking the lady off her feet. She fluttered a few feet from the ground. "Come on, Carol!" she urged. Carol, with a strange look in her eye, shot out of the cage after her.
Xylia watched, paralyzed. "What the hell do you two think you're doing?!" she shrieked.
"Bite her, Carol, quick!" Wynne pointed to Xylia's mother, who was still struggling on the floor. "Hurry up and kill her!"
Carol took a few tentative steps forward, but shook her head. "I...I can't."
Wynne sighed, exasperated, and went over to grab a needle from the nearby lab table. Xylia bit her lip and jumped, knocking the girl down from the air. She pointed a skinny finger at Carol and noticed it was shaking. "Don't you dare move," she warned, panting.
Wynne turned around and sneered, "Too late!" She kicked herself out of Xylia's grasp and shot light into her eyes, temporarily blinding her. She flew down and stabbed the needle into Xylia's mother's arm.
The lady started to writhe in pain, opening her mouth mutely. A red foam began to erupt from her mouth and her eyes rolled back into her head. Wynne pulled the stunned Carol out by the hand. "Let's go find your cousin," she said, casting a hostile glance at Xylia and her now dead mother.
Xylia regained her sight to see her mother lying motionless on the floor. Speechless with fury, she turned to see Carol being led out of the room. Be prepared for my next experiment, she thought, glaring and wrapping her fingers around the syringe in her pocket.

Wynne and Carol ran through the hallways, not caring who saw them. They were so intent on running that they crashed into someone.
"Adrian!" Carol said, giving him a hug. "You're not dead!"
"Nope," he said, forcing a happy tone in his voice as he ruffled her hair. "I'm not. How'd you guys escape?"
"We'll tell you later," Wynne said, narrowing her eyes at him. Was it just the light, or did he seem a little transparent?
"Okay," Adrian nodded, craning his neck to see the door. "Come on, if you guys want to get out, we need to go."
"Wait," Wynne said, walking forward. She abruptly aimed a punch at his head and to her surprise, her hand went through him. "What did they do to you?" she asked, a bit horrified.
Carol gawked at this, speechless.
"Well," Adrian said, biting his lip. "They kind of mutated me with a ghost. So that's how I escaped--I just went through the cage when the whitecoats were called into the room you guys were in. Some sort of accident?" He raised his eyebrows.
Carol shook her head and began to head towards the door. "I think we should tell you outside."

((Thanks Morgan! Here's the last part...))

"Oh mother!" Zeki ran into the house, crying.
"Zeki! Where took you so long? I only asked for...Zeki why are you crying?"
"Mom...did you hear about the shooting down at the school?"
"A few seconds ago. Why?" Her face became worried.
"Mom..." She laid her head against her Mom's lowered chest. "They got Jett, Mother....they got Jett."
"What?" Her eyes grew wide in surprise. "Well hop in the car and let's go to the ER now before..."
"No Mom." She sighed. "They shot him...and he died. They got him..." She wasn't able to say it and buried her face in her mom's dirty apron. All those drama classes paid off...
The Dinner party was canceled as her Mom lay in mourning. And the tears didn't' stop when her Dad came home and learned about the tradgedy. Zeki just sat in her room, pretending to be crying. In truth, she was enjoying her road to a perfect life.
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"Where...am I?" Jett opened his eyes drearily hearing a television on in the background.
"Oh your up." The TV shut off and he heard footsteps come towards him. He saw a blond girl way older than him over him.
"Who are you?" He asked, almost swearing.
"Tamyra. Oh don't worry you'll get to know me." He watched in horror as the girl gave him a shot in his arms. Things got fuzzy and then he fell into blackness again.

((omg. ephona, where do u come up w/ this stuff?! i evny ur creative genious!!))

((Lol thank you! I dunno I just get it places! Which reminds me, I gotta get on w/Loki's past...))

((Loki's past! Loki is, oh, 12.))

"Stupid boy!" Loki felt his lip split as he hit the pavement hard. "Can't you do anything right!?"
"Leave him alone, Walter." He heard his Mom's voice. "He didn't mean to! In fact, I should have been cooking the dinner!"
"I was doing my homework..." Loki said weakly, blood filling his mouth.
"You have no excuse from me boy!" His Dad bellowed.
"Just go back inside and watch Tv..." His mom cooed. "I'll fix dinner meanwhile" Loki heard his Dad mumble something under his breath as he was led into the house. After a few minutes, his mom raced back out and helped him off the sidewalk.
"Loki, dear, you okay?"
"No." Loki spat some blood filled saliva into the grass.
"I'm sorry, Loki." She wrapped her arms around his chest.
"What did you do?" Loki sighed. "He's the one getting drunk and acting like that, not you."
"I've been trying to limit his supply...but it's not working."
"Still, he's the one being a drunkard." He gently pushed his mom off and stood up, blood dripping down his chin. It was the perfect accent to the black eye he had gotten yesterday. "Have you called the police?"
"Many times. Dad's always gone when they come." She put her arm across his shoulders. "Loki...I'm really sorry you have to live like this."
"Same to you, Mom." He sighed, blood muffling his speech.

((poor loki... i can now understand why suicide is an okay option to him, lol))

((I am NOT making him have suicide lol...but he is emo...punching trees...XP))

"LOKI!" His dad's voice boomed down the hall. "ARE YOU UP!?"
"Uhhh...yeah dad." Loki quickly hopped out of bed and got dressed into his school clothes before his dad came to check on him.
"Breakfast is on the table." He grumbled. "Hurry up."
"I-I will." He put on his nicest smile as he buttoned up his jacket.
As his dad left, he walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. He still had his black eye from yesterday and his lip had practically made it's own little scab from the dried up blood.
I look like a fight victim...again
He sighed, gathering up the courage to face another day.

"Eat your waffles, Loki."
"I am dad." He growled, drinking some orange juice.
His dad glared at him as he stuffed a huge chunk of Eggo waffle into his mouth.
"So...how has your day been so far?" He asked, mouth still full of food.
"Good." His dad pulled the daily paper up to his face.
Guess that ends that conversation...
It was a few quiet moments before Loki had finished his breakfast, put the dishes in the sink, and trotted back off to his room to pack up for school.
Wanting to get away, he plugged his headphones into his sleet black iPod and cranked up the volume loud so every little sound around him was shut out. He listened to about every hard rock song he owned, enjoying the whole song itself. It was his escape to the real world.
As always, it didn't last long. He fell back into reality when a hard fist rammed his head.
"YOU IDIOT!"
"What dad?" Loki took out one earbud, jeering at his father.
The answer was another sock to his cheekbone.
"YOU MISSED THE BUS! Now I have to drive you to school!"
"I can just walk!" Loki screamed back, hopping off his bed and stuffing the iPod into his jean pocket. He could feel blood running down his cheek.
His dad made a low growl and ran towards his bedroom door, closing it in front of him.
"What the crap do you think your doing I'm gonna be late!"
His dad punched him in the face again right where he was already bleeding.
"Ungrateful child!" He boomed, slamming his other fist into his shoulder.
"DAD STOP!"
No words came from his dad; only punches. Loki tried to fight back by kicking him in the stomach and even trying to punch him on his own head. After a few minutes, it ended with his dad knocking the air out of his lungs. Loki felt to the ground in a bruised, bloodied heap, trying to catch his breath. His dad left with a 'humph'.
Loki dizzily stood up, his arm grabbing onto his desk to hold him up.
Why? Why do you do this, Dad?
He finally found his way to the bathroom. He peered in the mirror again, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. He took a wet facial rag and got it damp so he could wipe the streams of blood off his face. He then cleansed it with soap and water and put some Band-Aids across his cheek. After all that, he still looked like he'd been in a gang fight.
He slammed his fist on the counter. He wasn't going to take much more of this. He was going to run away.

((wow... ephona, u hv a WAY too active imagination, lol! i feel REALLY bad for Loki... and want to send cindy to beat up his dad... heh heh... *imagines loki's dad lying on ground in a quivering pulp* lol!))

((*laughs* Methinks I'm obsessed...XD))

((naw, ur not obsessed! ur obsessed wen u start mixin books an stuff w/ mr! *thinks: yep, me obsessed, lol!*))

((Yep I'm obsessed! *thinks of Fredric* Poor him XD))

((i'll do victoria))
victoria crawled out of her bedroom window.she was sneaking out. on her way to the movie theature, a man in a white coat walked up in front of her. ((that's all i have for now, i'll add more later))

That day, after school, Loki snuck home. Both of his parents were at work so no one would notice if he packed up and left. He stuffed a few changes of clothes into his backpack, his iPod and some snacks from the cupboards. Then he took a sheet of paper and wrote a note to his mom on it, sticking it on the fridge. She came home before his dad did anyway. He soon snuck out of his house, reading to brave the world on his own.

Mary sat in her room, fuming over Henry's divorce with her mother. And for what?! That slut, Anne! And Elizabeth is a snob. She finished getting dressed, and went out to serve as her half-sister's lady in waiting. Them and their stupid religion. Catholicism is better. Our leader was chosen by Christ, whereas Henry appointed himself. She stopped in the hall, wondering how severly she would be punished if she didn't show up. Knowing him, I'll probably get beheaded or burned at the stake. Either way, it's an end to this purgatory I'm in. She turned abruptly, and walked out of the palace, heading for the market.

Mary meandered along the road, in the direction of the market, when she noticed a girl sitting on the side of the road. Wonder why she's just sitting there not doin anything. She walked over to see what was wrong, and the girl reached out and grabbed her arm as soon as she was close enough. Mary cried out and struggled to break free, but the girl had already worked her magic, and the two were hurtling back through time, towards the girl's original time. When they stopped, Mary staggered away from the girl. "Wh-where have you taken me?" The girl smiled a wicked smile. "You, Mary, are now in the 21st century, and the whitecoats want you very much." She sprang at Mary, who scrambled backwards in terror. Mary wan't quick enough, and the girl had, yet again, latched onto her arm. Mary shrieked in terror as the girl opened a 20 foot wingspan and rose into the air. She soared toward a building in the distance, Mary dangling beneath her. Mary stopped wriggling after they were some distance in the air, realizing that falling would mean certain death. They landed outside a large white buildong, and a man came out, wearing a white jacket. He looked at Mary and the girl, and smiled broadly. "Well Cindy, it looks like your exploits were fruitful." The girl holding Mary nodded, and shoved Mary towards the man. "Here she is Harold, now let me go." The man shook his head, and dragged Mary and Cindy back into the School. Mary was rather confused. Cindy? Harold? What kinds of names are those? What is going on here?! She watched mutely as Cindy was shoved into a box made of sturdy gray sticks ((a cage)). Then the man, Harold, came back and towed her down a long corridor. She went quietly, not knowing what to expect from this strange place. He led her into a room with a table in the center, to which he strapped her down. What type of torture has Henry devised for me now? Is not forcing me to be a lady -in-waiting to Elizabeth enough? She started to kick frantically, but it was too late. Harold had already poked her in the arm, and her limbs were starting to feel curiously heavy.

((lol, i REALLY need to make up some time here... Harold's been dead for... at least a month, lol!))
Mary woke and looked around frantically. Where am I? What is going on? She looked up as Harold walked in, and she bared her teeth at him. He smiled, and she growled quietly. "Mary, you really need to work on your manners." Mary glared at him. "Yeah? And what did you do to me? I feel different." Harold smiled again, and led her out of the room, out into the Silencer's practice yard. He then turned and left her on her own. She looked around, wondering what had happened. She heard loud barking behind her, and she instinctively shot into the air and hovered there. Henry will surely burn me at the stake as a witch now. I'm flying for crying out loud! She hovered in the air until the dogs had left, and then slowly sank back to the ground, terrified that it was all some plot by her father to condemn her as a witch. She watched as Harold walked over, and took her by the hand and led her back to the room she had woke up in. He left her in that room again, and she glanced around nervously, convinced there would be another trick to get her to use her newfound witchcraft.

im having a hard time coming up w/ sumthing 4 chaos/alex...

Keep thinking! I'm still getting Indigo's perfected...

Ayumi struggled against her wrist bonds frantically. Why did she have contacts on? What if they got stuck on the wrong part of her eyes? How could she see the air strokes on the lens? What was wrong with her now? What time was it?

((Julia is...5?))

Julia crouched down in the narrow corner of her walk-in closet, hardly daring to breathe. Her parents had gotten drunk. Again. She tensed up as she heard her mother Donna stomp in, holding something that sounded like one of their kitchen chairs. "Julia!" she screeched in a metallic voice. "Get out here before I beat your a** off! Get out here now!"
Knowing that her mother would hit her either way, Julia timidly made her way out, shivering at the sight of the marble chair in her mother's hands.
"Why were you hiding?" shrieked her mom, her hair astray and her eyes wild. "Why--weren't--you--out--when--I--called?!" She swung the chair down blindly between words, hitting Julia in the face every so often.
The kid curled into a ball near her canopy bed, rocking back and forth as tears mixed with the blood coming from her nose and the deep scratches of her face. Her head throbbed, making the room spin in wild circles. She didn't say anything.
"Answer me" yelled Donna, raising the chair high above her head. She was interuppted by another figure who came into the room.
Julia peeked up to see her stepfather, Thomas, giving her mother a hug. "There there," he comforted in his annoyingly-honeyed voice. "Go get some rest, you've worked too hard today..." Julia picked up a slight slur in his tone. Nonetheless, her mother obeyed and walked out.
Thomas turned around and kicked Julia in the stomach with his leather boots. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he sneered, kicking her again and reaching for the porcelian doll that was her only treasure. "Upsetting your mom like that. What a selfish little brat you are. If it weren't for the fact that nobody else wants you, we would've given you away months ago."
Julia recoiled as if she was slapped. Somehow, even though she had heard this many times, this phrase hurt even more than the beatings did.
The stepfather bent down, his sharp eyes narrowing. "If you do anything out of hand again," he said in a low voice, alcohol wafing from his breath, "your consequences will be something like this." He slammed the doll into the ground, shattering it into thousands of tiny shards. Smirking at the dismayed look on Julia's face, he kicked her again in the gut and walked out of her room.

Her parents kept up a totally different facade during the daytime when entertaining guests in the family mansion. Julia's mother "lost" all signs of being drunk and whirled around elegantly in designer dresses, laughing and flashing her white teeth. Thomas stood beside her, handsome and tall, with Julia trailing behind them wearing a fake smile.
Of course, people would often ask where Julia would get her bruises and cuts from. Thomas easily replied with a story of how clumsy she was, causing the others to tsk sympathetically. Then the trio would move on, leaving their guests to stare in awe after them. The perfect family, Julia heard others whisper. If only we had a family like them.

((lol, i would kill myself if i was in a family like that! poor julia! man, i can fully understand why she's so messed up now! *feels extremely bad for Julia* and... when did she escape from that misery into the next one?))

((I'm still thinking about that xD Hurmm...
Yeah, that's probably why she's so weird...))

this is alex(chaos)... never mind.

(runs to think of a history for alex that isn't metal gear solid)

Loki walked from school that day, not taking the bus. He wandered into his house, knowing neither of his parents would be home. He jotted down a note for his mother and stuck it on the fridge (since she would be home from work first). Sighing, he left out the front door, his backpack full of snacks, survival tools and twenty bucks.

((i dont know how 2 start it, but i have the ending...))

((Oh okay...*shrugs*
I NEED TO FINISH LOKI SO I CAN DO KHALON! His history is so interesting!))

Let me just give a brief **Note: If you read the RP constantly, Loki has already mentioned this in a more condensed fashion.

So he runs away and lives on the streets for months when he meets a man named Mark who takes him in like a son. He enrolls him back into school and practically adopts him. Soon, the day comes when seventh graders likes Loki have a job shadow. He chooses his 'foster' dad. Turns out he's a whitecoat (that might be named Bryant for reals) and before you know it BOOM Eraser time.
Then Chaser soon her or later.

ALEX PART 1

((ok this will include all of my characters...))


Alex and Epsilon sat in one of the outdoor holding cells of The School. "sooooo..." Epsilon said, "you wanna try to escape?"
"No", Alex replied, "We'll probably just get caught again, just like the last 97 tries"
"It was 98, and we came pretty close on the 26th try..." Epsilon said. Alex just sighed, then said
"I'm sure Dr. Emmerich has a plan."

Epsilon said, "Hal NEVER has a plan. besides, we have wings, and he doesn't.
Alex muttered something about Hal having a key, and fell asleep.

Eventually, Epsilon woke him up, Yelling, "HOW CAN YOU FALL ASLEEP??? IT'S ONLY NOON, WE'RE OUTSIDE, AND IT'S LIKE 5000 DEGREES OUT HERE!"


"Whatever" Alex said, and went back to sleep.

((Alex likes to sleep a lot))

((Lol! Starting Khalon!))

"Mr. and Mrs. Belnap?" The doctor came in the room, his eyes glased over in stress. "We have some bad news..."
"Oh gosh what?" Sif's distragut voice said.
"Your son...he's blind."
Freyr felt his wife tense up in shock and grasp his hand.
"No...he...he can't be blind...he didn't have any signs..."
"He's not responding to any of the light tests. Plus his retina seems to be deformed. I'm sorry."
Sif shuddered in leftover pain and sadness. She put her head down, her golden hair falling over her husbands shoulders. The doctor left as she began crying harder.
"It'll be okay..." Freyr sniffed, holding in his tears to be strong for his wife.
"He can't see..." She sobbed. "He...he cant..."
"Don't worry dear..." He patted her back. "If all else fails, I have a plan...I have a plan dear..."

Freyr put latex gloves over his hands, sighing.
"What if it doesn't work? What if he dies?" Sif was yelling, her lab coat pulled over her clothes. "NINE MONTHS FOR NOTHING!"
"Sif, how would he die? I'm just readjusting his retinas."
"You never know when something will slip...I've seen it all."
"Sif, trust me the worst that could happen is the procedure doesn't work. But it won't be like that, trust me." He leaned over and kissed her on the lips. "Just stay here.