Runaways [Inactive]


Andrew Michaels


ANCHR HQ

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Dr. Andrew Michaels stared at Channel 5 news with a smirk twisting his dark features. The sleek interior of his office in ANCHR headquarters was luxurious in the least, and the flat screen across from his desk only topped it off. He watched as the bimbo of a news reporter, Kimberly Finly, flipped her platinum blond hair and practically yelled into the huge microphone.


"Disaster has struck again all over the country!" She screeched, and before Kimberly could continue her high pitched wail Dr. Michaels shut the TV off, already knowing her next words would only agitate him.


For the past month or so strange events had been occurring in different states around the country. Unexplainable deaths, natural disasters-- the public didn't really think much of these things, absorbed in their own mundane and ignorant problems, but Andrew knew more about these events than the social media bastards could ever cover.


He stood up rather sluggishly, and paced to the television and back before picking up the phone on his desk. ANCHR had a large network of offices in various states. By that night, representatives would be in every site of these... "Disasters". At one point or another, the root of these occurrences would be uncovered, and Dr. Andrew Michaels would hold the key to the most powerful weapon in the world.


Magic.
 
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Ryan stares down at the prone figures in front of him. It wasn't supposed to go like this, he was supposed to show them something flashy, scare them and then they'd leave him alone for a month or two. He wouldn't be bugged anymore and the two lunks of meat that plagued his school bullying everyone then met would be kept down for a bit. That was the plan. He was to lure them here, make a few big balls of wind or something, and everything would be fine, what could go wrong?


It turns out everything.


When they got here, Ryan started his act, nothing fancy, just causing a few gusts of wind, maybe blow one of their shirts off, but they weren't impressed, and then one of them drew a knife...He didn't want to hurt them, but he was scared. And now here they lie, on the ground, jackets torn and jeans ripped from an invisible blade. They had blood all over their bodies. Ryan paled, what if he killed them? He touched them with his foots and they groaned, he sighed with relief, he wasn't a murderer.


Ryan had learned about his ability to manipulate wind and wind currents only about a month ago, at first it was fun, messing with people's papers, rolling pens off of desks, fun stuff. But if this was as dangerous as it was now...He shakes his head. First He needs to call the ambulance, then...what then? He looks around at the school. People didn't know anything now, but they would soon, it was no secret he was the ones who called the two boys here. He'd either be locked up in jail or worse...he flipped his cell on and Dialed 911. Then he uttered the last words of his normal life.


"I Need an ambulance!"


After taking care of it, he grabbed his bag, which had his gym strip and some money in it. He'll have to go on the run, nobody else would get hurt...he doesn't know where he'll go, but he has to make the first step.


He leaves the school, not looking back, a new life.


But how will it turn out?
 
Emmie sat in the middle of the street, ever so still, as traffic screeched and horns blared in the frantic attempt not to hit the teenage lunatic daydreaming in the middle of New York traffic.


"Get the fuck out the way!" A man barked.


"I'm trying to go to work, here!"


"What the hell is she doing?"


But the yells died down to murmurs as eyes began to follow the red streams that snaked down shop walls and through sidewalk cracks-- the salty sweet stench filling the air made it obvious.


Blood.


Police sirens began to blare from somewhere far off, drawing nearer with every heart beat, but Emmie could not move. The illusions were getting more difficult to control, and taking over her mind and making it almost impossible to think of anything else-- if anything at all.


Emmie let out a gasp as the police sirens erupted in her ear drums, and the illusion disappeared. The stench, the blood, all gone.


"Stay right there!" A policeman called out from behind his open car door. Fear clearly shook his voice, but Emmie didn't take the time to think about this because she was already running.
 
Ryan's been traveling for a few hours now, and while he hasn't left the city, he's made good time, suddenly. The world seems to deteriorate into a blood soaked hell. Ryan stands still terrified until it disappears. He looks around, shocked until he hears sirens, he doesn't know if the polcie are after him but he ducks into an alley. When he pops his head up and looks around the corner he sees a girl running from multiple police. He doesn't know anything, but he figures that maybe, just maybe she knows something he doesn't. If she doesn't...well, two hands are better then one right? He waves his arms when she rounds the corner, trying to grab her attention, along with a curried cry of "This Way!"


He's clothes look as normal as they did 5 hours ago, but there's a scared look in his eye. He's a bit worried about how the girl made the streets run red with blood. However given he cut someone with air, he's willing to believe that almost anything is possible right now.
 
The man wasn’t a nice man. His office wasn’t nice, the Polish girl that cleaned it sprayed too much rosy perfume around, suffocating everyone inside. Maybe that was why the man always had his window open.


“David?”


Behind round glasses the stern eyes of Mr. Wittengam fixed themselves upon him. His face was as elongated as his frame and his parchment-like skin was marked with drooping wrinkles.


“David, are you listening?”


He cocked his head and nodded.


“Good. Now, last time we spoke about your friends, and school, and family. How’re things going so far?”


David shrugged.


Mr. Wittengam sipped his coffee before putting the hideous zebra-pattern cup back down on the desk that separated them. “I spoke with your teacher the other day, and she worries about you. We all worry about you, hmm?”


David sagged down even further into his chair and blew a loose strand of hair from his forehead. He wanted to go outside and sit down on the container at the back of the Walmart. It was a nice and quiet spot, where he could be alone with the sun and the sky and the birds.


“-but we can’t help you if you don’t say anything,” Wittengam tried.


There was a little model train in the cabinet next to the window. Dusty, probably out of another century, but miraculously real. David’s eyes widened as it began to move. A gust of wind blew through the window, and the calendar on the wall flipped three years into the future.


David squeezed his eyes shut. Not this again. Not now. But he still saw it, even with his eyes closed. The date was April 23th, 2019. The steam train in the cabinet whistled.


“David?” the hollow voice of Wittengam sounded.


David looked up. The man’s face was gone, there was only a half-cracked skull staring back at him, covered in blood. Where his crooked nose used to be there was only a gash, stretching across his face.


“Are you alright?” the half-dead figure said, his unhinged jaw clattered to the floor as he spoke.


“Stop it!” David cried, “please stop it!”


The world collapsed in on itself, and with a gut-twisting snap, David’s vision cleared. Sweat trickled down his temples, and he’d retreated so far into his chair that it was a miracle he hadn’t toppled over.


“Are you alright?” Wittengam touched his forehead, he apoligzed profusely before he even got to saying, “I think you have a fever coming.”


David shook his head. “It’s not that,” he said, his voice faint and colorless. He met the man’s concerned gaze. “You’re in a car,” he began, confidence seeping back into his voice. “You’re driving somewhere. There’s a railway crossing, but you don’t hear it, you never see the train coming. It’s April 23, 2019 and the sun is out. Then you’ll die.”


Blinking, the psychologist took a step backwards. Never in his entire career had any child managed to unsettle him so. There had been clients who’d spat the most vile and cruel words imaginable in his face, yet this child, this thin little scarecrow of a boy had managed to render him speechless. “I am sorry, what did you say?”


David relayed his vision again. “The train-wheel will crush your face, right about there.”


The little boy’s cold finger touched his nose. Fear gripped his heart and Wittengam could do nothing but adjust his tie and wave the boy’s silly imaginations away. Whilst succeeding in the former, he couldn’t quite manage the latter. Even with the window fully open it was getting very warm indeed.


“Maybe you ought to go now David, we’ll talk again later.” Gone was the strong and confident PhD, and even as he watched the blonde haired boy in his faded jeans and hand-me-down t-shirt skip across the parking lot below, he felt sapped of all strength.


Maybe, just maybe, this was the kind of thing his contact at A.N.C.H.R was looking for. Wittengam pushed his glasses back up his nose and reached for the phone. His fear turned into pride as he rang the number and informed his contact what he’d just experienced.


“He fits the profile exactly Mr. Dallas, distant, out-of-place and with a rather unnerving ability I should add.”


“Very well Mr. Wittengam, we’ll come check him out,” the southern voice on the other end said. A click sounded, one of a lighter lighting a cigar.


“What exactly will become of him?” Wittengam inquired.


“Don’t you worry yourself about that mister, you deliver the goods, we deliver the payment. It’s simple. Don’t you like simple?”


“I am not s-“


“Don’t backpedal now Witty, we had a deal, you report all special cases to me, you’ve been doing a fine job and you’ve been payed handsomely. Say, how expensive is that trip to Miami you booked yesterday again? Your wife and children would hate to see it cancelled, right?”


Unable to counter the man’s argument, Wittengam simply agreed, passed on David’s address to the man and put the horn down. A smile tugged at his lips, if the boy was what they were looking for, he’d be a very rich man indeed.
 
Thalia stared in horror at the slowly spreading flames in front of her.


Great. So much for a walk in the park. She thought, watching the tree in front of her slowly crack and hiss at the heat. Thankfully, there weren't any other tree's nearby, so this one would just burn to ash and maybe a bit of the grass around it. Slowly backing away, Thalia did a quick 360 to make sure no one had seen her, then ran like hell towards home.


On her way, she heard sirens blaring and hoped they weren't for her. If they are... It was only a matter of time. Her brain said.


"Oh shut up, me."


You can't tell me what to do. I am you.


Thalia rolled her eyes at herself and kept moving, only slowing down at the sight of a girl running away from a bunch of police in her peripheral vision. Rocking back and forth on her heels for a split second, thinking, she quickly decided the girl was probably in more trouble than was fixable, and Thalia getting involved wouldn't help.


Although...


"Oh shut-the-front-door." She muttered, her good side losing over common sense and throwing her feet into movement, dragging her away from the sirens and towards home.
 
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Emmie ducked into the alleyway and flung her arm up, attempting to summon an illusion that would make it appear as if she had kept running past the alleyway. It had failed somewhat, producing a boy instead of a girl.


Gregory Bekinglon had been watching the entire incident from behind the wheel of his black BMW. He smiled slightly at all the confusion, the fumbling policemen sending out warning calls, this girl could be dangerous.


Gregory steeped out on to the street and made his hurried but calm stride to the alleyway, and though he saw a child running the other way, the illusion was so obvious it almost made him sick. Well, obvious to him.


"Gregory Bekinglon, don't fret now, I have no intention of hurting you or taking you in to those imbeciles." Greg spoke extremely fast and in a voice that was much to loud to be comfortable. He stepped further and further into the alleyway, eyes locked on them with a pleasantness that was unsettling. Pleasant, at this time? Emmie had made an attempt to speak but he only kept going.


"I am a Representative from ANCHR Co., a place for kids just like you, and we know of you're abilities. We have the power to help you harness them and--"


He paused, sensing movement behind him. "We already have a plane booked in your name for tomorrow night. Your parents have been informed, they will cooperate, and they will recieve a commendable pay for their acceptance," he backed out of the alleyway and smiled. "Have a good day!"
 
Ariana sprinted across the street, her parents screaming after her. A car whooshed behind her and honked, an angry driver glaring out the window at her, but a moment later he was speeding away down the street. The small girl panted a breath as she ducked into an alley. She saw a police car coming down the other side toward her. Had her parents called the cops already?


Ariana suddenly sprinted out of the alley and down the sidewalk again. the police car was catching up. She could her the distant screams of her parents. They were probably waiting to cross the street safely to continue chasing after their crazy daughter. "Stop it stop it!" She hissed, mainly to herself. The girl suddenly skidded to a stop, facing the car that turned the corner and stopped, a tall man in a police suit walking out toward her. Her parents were running and screaming still, they were just passing the alley.


"Ariana stop!"


"No." She hissed to herself at her parent's plea.


"Hey, kid, listen to your parents." The cop advised in a deep voice.


Ariana turned on him and glanced around. The house meters away had a rake, shovel, and a few stone blocks and rocks lined up on the side of the house in their own certain order. Suddenly the rake lifted into the air without any physical touch and the sharp blades were pointed at the cop as the tool whisked toward him. The cop yelled, running back to his car in fear. He stared at the girl who now had her eyes closed, her fingers twitching occasionally at her side. She seemed to be controlling the rake that was now trying to beat it's way into his frontn widow. The cop car fled down the road, the man inside calling the rest of his troops. The rake kept following, and though slower it still scared the cop. A few people outside saw it too, a few began to scream and even rush inside, probably to call other people. Who had ever seen a floating rake chasing after a police car?


Suddenly the shovel and a few rocks rose as well and rushed at Ariana's parents. That was when she lost control in her anger and fear, and her eyes opened and she shrieked as a massive headache attacked her. The shovel's pointed end and the rocks stabbed into her parents, and they screamed and fell, withering in pain. Her father was the first to die, the stone shovel's pointed end quite deep in his chest. Ariana fell to the ground, covering her head with her hands tightly. The stone bricks and rocks rested over her mother's suddenly bruised body but she managed to get up, stare down at her daughter, then run away...Though it was more of a quick, hobbled limp. Ariana was shaking alone on the sidewalk. Eventually she blacked out. Using her powers in such a way hurt... Especially when it was more then one thing and rushing away from her.
 
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Beatrice Gray was fat and out of breath by the time she made it across to Ariana. She had been watching rather casually as the events unraveled, chuckling at the frightened people. Beatrice already knew Ariana's, address, school, and family. Yeah, stalker status. Beatrice paused rather awkwardly between Ariana's house and the girl herself. She was particularly unskilled in comforting children in distress, a fact that might explain why she didn't have children of her own.


"Hi, sweetheart, I'm Beatrice Gray," she said this in forced kindness. "ANCHR has already contacted your parents. You will be on a flight tomorrow." She knew the girl had no clue what she was talking about, but Beatrice walked away before she could really feel embarrassed. By tomorrow Ariana would be on a flight to ANCHR headquarters, and the real adventure would begin.
 
It wasn't until twilight that David abandoned his hideout behind the Walmart and took the bus back home. He took the seat in the back and gazed out of the window. It had been a lovely day, the sun was bathing his face in golden light, yet the world was colorless to him, and his head ached.


At Girton road, he said goodbye to the driver. “Cheers mate,” the bald simpleton replied and happily waved back to David as the boy sauntered home.


Number 38 was where he lived, the red-brick building was nothing too special, and not nearly as large as number 36 and 40, but it was home. He nearly tripped over his own feet when he spotted a police car and a black SUV parked on their lawn.


His heart skipped a beat as he stepped onto their lawn, crunching the gravel underneath him. He tried to peek inside the living room, but the curtains were closed. Increasing his pace, he put the key in the front door, turned the key and...


“David!”


He practically fell into his mother's hands as she pulled the door open from the inside. No sound or sight could penetrate the tight embrace she pulled him into. “Oh David,” her nimble fingers coned his hair, “I've been so worried about you...”


Footsteps rushed towards the hallway, followed by heavier ones and a clatter of a utility belt. David tore himself from his mother's embrace and wiped a single brown hair from his mouth. “Mom,” he complained, “what's going on?”


No sooner than he'd said that, his father stormed up to him and shook him 'till his teeth were chattering against his skull. “I am ashamed of you! Do you hear? Ashamed! How could you do this to us? To anyone?”


“I am sorry Mr. Green,” a police officer stepped into view, cuffs dangling in his left hand. He didn't seem to bright, as if the cap he wore was glued to his skull and half of his brain was detachted from the rest of his system. “You saw the tape.”


At this point, his mother bursted into tears, shoved her husband away and hugged him once more.


“Oh David,” she managed to choke out. The confusion on his face was evident, brows turned upward, eyes seeking for an explanation. But none came as the police officer, rather rudely, stepped between them and bolted his gloved hand onto David's shoulder.


Tye Dallas stepped out of the pathetic little living room. How people could live in such a small house and be content was beyond him. The roofing was flimsy, the kitchen small and filthy and these supposed parents quite frankly reeked of trash. Clearing his face he stepped into the hallway, followed by his assistant with the notepad, and another officer.


The boy was even smaller than he'd looked on film, his straw blonde hair scattered across his forehead and his watery blue eyes collided with his own, pleading for an answer. Tye happily obliged. “You were seen stealing at the walmart and we've seen what you did to the poor beggar who halted you...” Tye clicked his tongue and conjured a sad look, “in all my years as a special investigator, I haven't quite seen a case like this Mr. Green,” he nodded towards the kid's father. The man was practically in his pocket. He then turned to the mother, she was a pretty thing with brown curls and hazel eyes. “Ma'am, you won't be allowed to visit until a day before the court hearing, so say your goodbyes for now.”


David hardly felt the lips against his cheeks, he hardly heard the police officer explain his rights to him. Before he knew it, the officers were pushing him along and his hands were cuffed firmly behind his back.


It wasn't until they passed the police station and headed for the airport that the reality of the situation dawned upon him. The man in the suit and godawful purple tie with his cowboy hat and sunglasses pressed something into the hands of the police officer before they left. His throat tightened, who were these men? And why had they taken him to the backalley of the airport? Maybe they were terrorists and he was their hostage.


“Don't worry kid,” the cowboy said as he lit a cigar and stepped around him. “These won't be neccessary anymore,” he said as he uncuffed the flabbergasted David.


Rubbing his arms to try and brush away the red circles the cuffs had left on his wrist, David looked up at the man with the cigar and his sleasy companion. “Who are you?” he ventured to ask.


“Tye Dallas, deputy officer for anchor. This here is my assistant, Ellis.” He lowered himself to David's height and blew a cloud of cigar smoke up into the air. “Say kid, you've got something special right? An ability of sorts...”


David shook his head vigorously, but couldn't prevent his pupils from dilating.


“No need to lie. We don't tolerate lies, except the ones we make ourselves,” he laughed, put out his cigar and gently pushed David forward. “Your plane is waiting.”


--


David pinched his arm again. He had to be dreaming, there was no other explanation. It was too surreal. He'd never flown before, and now he was sitting in a private yet, flanked by men in suits he'd never met before both sipping a foul drink or another as if the whole thing was just another day at the office. He shuffled uneasily in his chair and stared at the small television in front of him. A lump formed in his throat when his name appeared on the headlines, accompanied the words 'twelve-year-old' and 'vicious assualt'. The camera zoomed in on his house, a horde of hungry reporters tried to come as closed to the taped-off building as possible. Images of his crying mother and shocked father flashed scross the screen. Plugging in the earbuds that dangled from the monitor he just caught the BBC reporter saying:


“...it is unknown how long their son will remain in custody but the parents are obviously distraught over what their son did.” A picture of him on his last holiday showed on the screen. “What moved twelve-year-old David Green to, after he had nicked several items from the local Wallmart, viciously beat up the man who tried to stop him, Antonio di Silva.” The picture of a gaunt, heavily bearded beggar in ragged clothes showed, half of his face covered in blood. -remains a mystery. The man, a former heroin addict says, and I quote: I saw him go out with stuffed pockets and called after him. I wanted to help him, because I started out like that. That's when he hit me with a brick.”


The pictures faded and the camera swerved around the studio. “Joining us now is Dr. Herschel from the University of New York, child-psychiatrist and specialist regarding juvenile delequents. Professor-”


David unplugged the earbuds there and gasped for air. He wanted to wake up.


--


He only woke up several hours later, but he was still inside the plane and the sky was dark outside. Groggy and confused he let Tye and his assistant guide him off the landed plane, into a SUV, and out again half an hour later. He didn't like the men, he didn't like the clinically cleaned floor of the modern office he found himself in. The brown leather couch he'd been seated on was comfy and, to Tye's defense, the man had handed him a cup of hot chocolate. “Wait here,” he'd said before disappearing down the hallway. David could only wonder where exactly 'here' was.
 
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((I'm going to go ahead start when Ravena was in the hospital after her accident. I hope that's alright? Oh! & Judging by your update, I'm assuming it's okay to control a NPC Representative of A.N.C.H.R.~))


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Ravena woke up with the intense feeling of her brain being split into a billion pieces. She was in a hospital bed, and her head was pounding left and right. So this is what they call a killer migraine, she thought as she pressed her fingers against her temples. I'm definitely not loving it, she let out a sigh as she took a look around her. She was definitely in a hospital room, but she didn't recognize it. She was so used to the dirty hospitals around the area where her parents lived. They couldn't afford anything that appeared as clean and expensive as this. With slightly raised brows, her chocolate brown eyes continued to scan the area. It wasn't until she turned around to look at the other side of the room that she noticed another person was with her. "Good morning, Sunshine," the mysterious man began in a casual, friendly tone. "My name is William Smith. I'm a Representative of a corporation called A.N.C.H.R.," he stated as he flashed what seemed to be a badge and I.D. card. With a puzzled expression, Ravena eyed him up and down, examining his refined attire.





"And?" She questioned, seemingly unimpressed and annoyed. In all reality, she was just putting up a front like she has been doing since her parents first realized she had powers. She was actually a little freaked out, wondering why she was in the hospital. And, as though this man was reading her thoughts, he answered her internal question. "I'm here to tell you why you're here," he stated, which threw Ravena back a little bit. However, she didn't say anything in response. She simply listened as he continued to speak, trying to maintain her composure. "Do you remember anything from last evening, Miss. Rose?" he questioned, and Ravena shook her head in response. I actually don't remember.. Why is that? She couldn't help but wonder, and again, Mr. Smith answered her internal questions for her. "We know about your gifts, Miss. Rose. It appears you lost control of them last evening, which caused quite the amount of mayhem."


"Mayhem?" Ravena questioned, her voice almost breaking. "Yes, mayhem," he pressed on, "We believe that you lost control of your memory and emotion manipulation powers. We at A.N.C.H.R. refer to it as a 'Push & Pull' ability. Perhaps you were upset, but your outburst caused about a hundred or so people their memories. When we came to clean up the scene before it could become the biggest biscuit for the press, all of the people around you couldn't remember who they were. Their minds were completely wiped, and all of them seemed utterly emotionless, as well. It's almost like you wiped their hearts, too," he shrugged in pity for them. Ravena couldn't believe what he was saying. She was actually capable of such a feat? Of eliminating someone's memories and emotions completely? "Y-You're joking, right?" She spoke, her voice finally cracking. "That.. That's just impossible! How can I even accomplish that?"


"Because you're gifted," he continued in a frank and candid tone. "And, us at A.N.C.H.R. would really appreciate your services. We've already talked to your parents, and they accepted our offer. We'll pay them for allowing us to maintain custody over you and--" he began, but Ravena interrupted before he could go any further. "Wait--What? Excuse me? Custody? What the hell is going on?" she spoke, beginning to feel angered. "My parents just... Gave me up? For what? Money?" she continued to question, feeling the denial set in. Or, perhaps it wasn't denial.. Maybe her heart was just breaking, and she simply couldn't bring herself to acknowledge it. The truth, in this scenario, was extremely hard to face and believe. Ravena bit down on her bottom lip, refusing to allow herself to cry. She could feel that annoying lump in her throat from holding back, though. "How much am I worth?" She asked, forcing a bitter and hateful smile across her ruby red lips.





"About 50,000 a month," he stated again with his annoyingly calm and blunt nature. "So, you are now working with us, Miss. Rose. We look forward to your cooperation. A plane will be sent here later on today to take you to headquarters," he began, and then made his way towards the door. Before taking his leave, however, he turned back and smiled at her. His casual nature, which was once comforting to wake up to, now appeared so revolting she wanted to puke right on his shiny boots. "Oh, and don't worry. There will be others like you there, as well." He concluded as he walked out the door and shut it behind him. Ravena hated all of the things he said, but that last statement? It gave her a little bit of hope. I'm not the only one? She questioned, feeling a genuine smile coming over her face. I'm not alone? She let out a breathy, relieved laugh, and just then, she allowed a few tears to fall from her chocolate brown eyes. After a moment or so, she wiped them dry.





Still... She thought with semi-hostility. If those guys think I'm just going to be some tool for them to use as they please, they're dead wrong. She found a new sense of determination. She had no idea what waited for her at those headquarters Mr. Smith told her about, but either way, she wasn't going down without a fight. No matter how much damn money they paid her parents to keep them quiet, she wasn't going to just stand by and be used or caged like some animal. Sure, she may have a few 'gifts'--or so they called it--but she's still human.


And, the last time she checked, slavery was outlawed a long time ago.

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Emmie had stayed in the alleyway for what felt like hours, putting up illusions to hide from the pedestrians and policemen passed by. When she finally emerged, she ran home faster than she ever thought was imaginable. Honestly, she was scared shitless.


As she stepped on to her porch, she paused when she saw suitcases in front of the door, her suitcases, and then she noticed the black BMW that she knew nobody in her neighborhood could afford.


"Emilia Greenbrier!" The door flung open and a tall, muscular man stretched his hand out to her. "Pleased to meet you, how does it sound to go somewhere new?"


Emmie shook his hand hesitantly, staring at her mother that stood, looking ashamed, behind the man.


Emmie sat in silence as the man, Luis Carnel explained everything at her dining table, about ANCHR headquarters and the money her mother would be receiving. She sat in silence in his shiny BMW, and sat in silence on the plane to a place that evoked more fear in her than she could really understand. It was a fear of the unknown more than anything.


"There will be kids like you," Luis had said, his voice deep and calm. This is what really unsettled Emmie. She had never thought there were other kids like her, with powers they couldn't control.
 
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Andrew Michaels


ANCHR Headquarters


Dr. Andrew Michaels clenched his jaw when saw the first subject in the waiting room. There was only one so far, and tardiness perturbed him profusely.


Andrew adjusted his black that matched his immaculant black suit, and made his way down the sleek hallways to the stainless steel elevator down to the waiting room. He smiled in the doorway of the glass double doors, "Hello, Daniel!" He cursed himself when he realized he couldn't recall the child's name. "Er, David?"
 
David had been nid-nodding. Like dark ropes tightening themselves around his chest, the fear inside of him began to control him. He didn't know these people, he didn't know where he was and for once he longed to be back home, to not be alone in some cold and abandoned corridor.


“Er, David?”


He'd heard the elevator come down and wasn't too suprised to see someone peek his head out. Apparently they were expecting more, given the mistake the man had made. The suit-and-tie couldn't be much older than his dad, though he was quite a bit more handsome. The sleek black hair atop his head was like his voice, buttery-smooth. David stood up and hesitated to walk over to the far too bright smile in the elevator doors. “What kind of doctor are you?” he asked as he stared at the name plate on the man's suit. Horrified, he realized that maybe, just maybe his parents had put him in an institution for the insane. But he soon dispelled the thought however, I didn't add up with the tears his mother had shed. Still, the whole deal made him question his sanity. Careful to keep a distance between them, David awaited the man's reply.
 
Ryan wasn't sure what to do, for the past few hours, he'd seen Emmie create illusion after illusion, it was actually kinda neat in his opinion. He watched her run, probably home. He didn't have a home to run back to, not after what he did. He sighed, standing up, time to get on the move again. Those ANCHR people scared him a bit, and they knew his family...he shook his head. He knew he shouldn't go back to check on them, but he couldn't help it. He went back home.


When he got there, he was shocked to see some bags packed and left on the front steps. A man appear behind him, calm and confident. "What'd I tell you!" He says to nobody in particular. "They always come back, always." He holds out his hand, which Ryan reluctantly shakes. "Andrew Hessanil. I work for ANCHR." He then fills Ryan in on everything, from the money, to how he's not alone. Ryan's not sure what to feel. So he sits thinking in the BMW, and he's still thinking on the plane.


Eventually, he's walking through a corridor, and on his way to the waiting room.


(He can enter when it's best for everyone else.)
 
Ryker sat in the common room where he assumed all the other kids would be kept. A deep sigh was released from his body as if it was his last breath. The older teenager glanced around the empty, cold area as if someone new would show up in that exact moment to distract him from the depressingness of his situation. He was sorely mistaken. Ryker remained sitting there for hours on end. He eventually even began counting every spot he could see on the marble floor that wasn't white. Twenty-seven thousand five hundred and three was his count before he became impeccably bored.


Ryker spotted a few new kids being escorted in. They had all been taken directly to their cells before a man in a black suit came to take them away. Ryker wondered where the kids would be taken to, so he avoided his "room" for now. He will continue to do so for as long as they let him. If being in that cell means the crazy people who work in this facility will show up to take you to some secret squirrel back room when they perform tests on you, Ryker was okay with counting himself out.


The stainless steel tables were cold. Oddly, even after he had been sitting for so long, the bench never became closer to his body temperature. Ryker could feel a small static field being built up around him. When had he picked up an electric current? Ryker couldn't seem to remember for the life of him. The teen sighed a deathly sigh again as he slipped both hands behind his head. Ryker then laid back and attempted to take a nap on the cold bench. He figured he would be awakened if anything important happened.
 
"Not a doctor doctor, with medicine ," Andrew continued to smile, but glanced behind the child, growing more impatient.


"More like a scientist. You'll see," Andrew placed a hand on the kid's shoulder, trying to be warm, but in all actuality he just wanted the rest of these bastards to arrive. Andrew's smile widened as other kids arrived, he recognized him as Ryan, or something like that. Behind him was a girl that he remembered to be Emily or Emilia.


In the days before their arrival, Andrew and the ACHR Reps had worked to gain information on the subjects, it was important that they felt comfortable, so that they would be more willing to cooperate.


"When the others come, I will show you to your rooms and then to the mess hall. The food is amazing, don't be shocked if you gain a few," he chuckled and patted his own stomach, though it was toned and muscular.


Andrew sighed and snapped his finger at the Secretery. "When the others arrive, point the way to the North Wing. The Living quarters." He turned on his heel and stepped back in to the elevator. "Follow me closely, I will not wait for wonderers. Get lost, best of luck to you. Come along!"
 

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Ravena let out a sigh as she waited for the plane that Mr. Smith told her about. After a half hour or so, a nurse came in and told her that someone was here to pick her up. "You're free to go," she said, and before she even finished her sentence, Ravena was already out of her bed and smoothing out her hair. "Thanks," she spoke before leaving the room. The nurse stopped her, however, and told her she was going the wrong way. "Oh, no, they aren't downstairs, Miss. Rose. They're retrieving you by plane. A private jet is waiting for you on the roof top," she stated, which caused Ravena's chocolate brown eyes to widen a bit. Just how rich are these people? She couldn't help but wonder as she made her way to the roof top. There awaited a couple men both in black suits wearing sunglasses. She couldn't help but think that they were either from the FBI or the movie "Men in Black". Suddenly, she felt like she was in some action movie.


The men seemed very cautious around Ravena, but she wasn't all that surprised after what Mr. Smith had told her. If they knew about her powers, and what she apparently did the other night, then they have every reason to be afraid. Hell, even Ravena was a little scared of herself. However, she knew that she couldn't let any weakness show. She felt like, if she did, then these people would think that she was okay with being treated like some tool. She definitely didn't want that, but if she did have to put up with it in the end, at least she'd have the chance to meet other people like her. I wonder what they're like, she thought as she boarded the plane. What kind of powers they have, how old they are, what they look like.. I can't wait to meet them, she smiled briefly, making sure that the people escorting her didn't see. She sat down where she was told, and the buckled up as instructed. Soon, they were taking to the skies.


Before Ravena knew it, they had arrived at what Mr. Smith called "Headquarters". The men who came to pick her up escorted her to a corridor, but once she was there, they left her to walk down it alone. "What's their problem?" she wondered aloud bitterly as she walked across the halls. She felt a little nervous on the inside, but she didn't dare let it show. Instead, she simply dusted off and smoothed out her white lace top and her dark blue jeans. Her white flats equipped with a lacy bow didn't make a sound as she walked, and soon enough, she could hear voices in the distance. "When the others come, I will show you to your rooms and then to the mess hall. The food is amazing, don't be shocked if you gain a few," she heard a male voice say. From where she stood, she could make out his figure a little bit, along with a couple other people, as well. Seeing younger kids made her smile warmly, though only for a moment. She had to keep a strong face, after all.


She watched as he snapped at a secretary, and immediately she didn't like him. They aren't dogs, she thought with a roll of her eyes. "Follow me closely, I will not wait for wanderers. Get lost, best of luck to you. Come along!" She heard him say, and with that, she picked up the pace. "Hold on!" she called out as she made her way over to the elevator. "Ravena Rose," she introduced herself plainly as she stepped inside. "Your goons just picked me up," she began as she flipped her hair over her shoulder and out of her face. Her chocolate brown eyes stared right up at the man before her, her gaze locking on his fervently. "So, why are we here exactly? And, who are you?" She asked him bluntly, no fear or hesitation showing in her expression. She wanted to get down to the bottom of why these people paid everyone's parents to give them up. Clearly, these nicely dressed folks had something up their sleeves, and Ravena wasn't so sure she was going to like what they had planned for them.

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Andrew struck him as friendly, but stern, quite alike his father. Tired as he was, David didn't give the words too much thought and, meek like a lamb, stepped into the elevator. The air tasted dry and cool, as if the airconditioning had been on for too long. He arched an eyebrow at the three other kids, a slightly older girl and a boy and a girl who were both years ahead of him. Out of the lot, the eldest girl showed the most guts. She voiced the questions that were at the forefront of his mind but hadn't dared to voice in fear of the consequences. Sticking closely to Andrew's side, but not too close for comfort, he averted his gaze to the ground and felt his innards shift up as the elevator carried them up.


Fearing Andrew would explode at her rash questions, he braced himself for the worst. He vaguely wondered if she was insane too and briefly looked at her. Her face was covered in the same goo that his mother smeared on her cheeks whenever she could afford it. Maybe it helped her protect herself, but he was still puzzled by the red paint on her lips.
 
After deciding to go home, Thalia had barely made it into her front door before getting swept up by her parents and pushed into the living room. Seeing an unfamiliar face, she looked to her parents. "Who's he?" She asked. Her younger brother was practically bouncing off the walls. "He's gonna give us lots of money!" He squealed, jumping up and down. Thalia frowned, turning to her parents, but the man interrupted.


"As I have explained to your parents, I am a representative of ANCHR. I saw your little, ah, display earlier as well." Thalia flushed at the memory of the fire.


"We're looking for special individuals such as yourself, and will reimburse your parents handsomely." The man continued.


Thalia's jaw dropped. She didn't want to go with this man, especially if they were going to use her as she imagined, like in the books, but she knew how hard her parents had to work to make money.


"How much?" She said quietly. The man smiled fakely. "As much as is necessary. Trust me, it will be plenty." Thalia's mother looked pained. "You don't have to do this..." Thalia shook her head. "Yeah, i do. Besides, maybe I'll finally be able to stop burning myself." She tried smiling, but it dissipated quickly. The man from ANCHR put a hand on her shoulder, pointing her towards the door. "You made the right decision." She shrugged him off. "Just so you know, i really dislike you." She said, taking one last look at her family before getting into the man's car.


The ride to the airport was... Boring. The man from ANCHR wasn't a big talker, much less an interesting one.


Thalia spent most of the time looking out the window, and the rest shooting random questions at the representative. "Do penguins have knees? Does ketchup count as a smoothie 'cause tomatoes are fruit?" Her eyes widened dramatically. "Why is it called chilli if it's hot?" She whispered. Nothing. The man barely acknowledged her. "Damn it. You sir, are no fun at all..." She said, slouching in her seat.


After boarding a plane, and during the flight to wherever they were going -Thalia never bothered to ask- she continued to bombard the man with questions and statements, trying to make him at least smile. But alas. Nothing.


They finally arrived at what Thalia assumed to be the ANCHR headquarters, and the man stopped, looked at his watch, and pointed in some direction, telling her to walk that way until she found someone, muttering something about being late for a meeting. "Well aren't you helpful..." Thalia muttered, walking down the hallway. Hopefully, either she would find someone, or someone would find her.
 
Ryker sat up grumpily. Being awoken by a shady looking man speaking to some of the newer arrivals in the room. A lot of them seemed a little too young, but he shrugged it off. There obviously wasn't an age limit here for whatever they were planning on doing. Let alone, a moral limit. Some of these kids looked like they hadn't even made it to middle school yet.


After the darkly dressed man spoke, Ryker already didn't like him. He felt like the man's words were coated in hidden intentions and lies. Ryker sneered as he stood and followed the man into the elevator, as he had suggested. One of the older kids, a girl around his age, spoke and Ryker gave her a once over. Not bad. In shape. Definitely had an attitude. That was a good thing though. By the sound of it, she had a good head on her shoulders. Ryker remained quiet however. He didn't believe it was necessary for him to speak yet. When it was, he would.


The elevator lowered throughout the facility. There wasn't the usual digital number tracking what floor they were on. He assumed this was to keep the whole thing more secretive. Ryker just decided that it made it more complicated. He wouldn't have been surprised to learn that new staff got lost here often.


Ryker's fingertips tingled as the built up anticipation created small bursts of static in his hand. He ignored it for now and crossed his arms, tucking his arms away. He honestly wished they would just they would tell them why they were here. There was no need hiding anything anymore. They were already here...


Ryker could have just shut down the elevator and sent everyone, including himself, dropping at high speeds to their death. He, however, decided against it.


That's twice now, he noted to himself. These men really do put a lot of trust into these kids. Including someone like himself who luckily had enough self restraint to keep his powers in check. Ryker glanced back to the girl called Rose before shaking his head and looking back to the door, awaiting for it to open.
 
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Ryan looks around at the quickly growing group, some of the people are younger, but a few seem to be around his age, maybe even older. When Ravena speaks he relaxes a little, she seems to be acting how everyone felt. As the elevator rose he kept his urge to spin the wind currents in the elevator around, he was afraid of doing anything too volatile and didn't want to risk it.


An awkward silence fell over the group in the elevator as it rose quietly. Before he could stop himself, Ryan breaks the Silence. "I'm Ryan. I almost killed two guys with a gust of wind." He looks around, hoping someone else can manage to carry on the attempt at starting a conversation. He looks to Emmie. "You do Illusions right? I saw you earlier, it was neat."
 
Emmie gazed up at the man, Andrew, and frowned towards the girl who had called herself Ravena. A sensation tickled Emmie's nose and she let out a loud sneeze. Flower petals seemed to erupt from her nose, surfing on the cold elevator air, disappearing in to bubbles before reaching the floor.


"I guess that answers it..." She murmured, her face red with embarrassment.


Andrew noted Emmie's unintentional illusion, and finally turned to the hotheaded girl who had spoken. As the elevator doors opened, he stepped out began to explain, leading them down the corridor that was lined with black, shiny double doors.


"I'm Dr. Andrew Michaels, but you all may call me Andrew. My grandfather was the founder of this company, ANCHR, and it has been passed down ever since," Andrew sighed, bored with his own story, but continued until the hallway forked. "This is somewhat of a research slash military facility. The public is not aware of our existence, only those who have connections to people," he swept out a hand, indicating this kids "like you."





He gestured to the halls to the left and right of him. "To the left is where the females will be roomed, and to the right are where the males will stay. You are free to decide if you want to room alone or with someone, choose wisely," Andrew crossed his arms over his chest, he always thought before he spoke "The other rooms are empty, in case other subjects decide to stay. I will allow you to unpack, I will be waiting down stairs in the mess hall for your first Test." He studied their expressions. "Questions?"
 
Thalia walked around for a while, feeling lost. "Sure wish i knew where i was going right about now..." She grumbled, turning a corner and seeing an elevator. Shrugging, she walked over to it. "Why not. I have no idea where i'm going anyway."


The doors pinged open and she walked down the hallway filled with doors to see a group of people, some her age, some much younger. Thalia stumbled slightly, surprised to actually have found them.


"Uh... I really hope you guys are who I'm supposed to find." She said, hoping she wasn't in some top secret part of the building and would be incinerated or something.
 
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