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Futuristic Those That are Hunted

When Ivan saw the silhouettes get near and recognizes only Kytha his heart stood still. What could've happened? Where was Vulcan? He watches as Kytha and a strange boy walk into the hideout and immediately jumps to his feet to follow them. She owed him an explanation. After hearing her answer he calms down and sighs.


"Always looking for trouble. You are aware that he does all of this for you, are you? To protect you. He will offer you security, a new ID. You will be hunted no more... Your rebellion is a bad idea but Vulcan would never forgive me if I throw you out."


He goes into the basement, grabs an old suitcase from the armory, brushes the dust off and starts packing his things - clothes, shoes, documents and money, a phone, a tea pot with a heater and finally he takes a hunting shotgun in one hand, his luggage in the other. Ivan goes back upstairs, loading everything in the back of the van along with five large oil canisters - he owned a gas station after all. When he finishes doing that, he turns around to look at Kytha.


"You know what's funny? I've spent years here, babysitting that grown boy, and I haven't seen anything from the beauties of this country. I wish to travel a bit, see the Grand Canyon, the Niagara Falls, spend the last years of my life in peace and quiet. Wouldn't be much help to you anyways."


He climbed into the driver seat and starts the engine.


"Everything you find here is yours to take... You take care of yourselves, hmm? And please think your decision over. If you still choose to start this war - don't kill him. He still loves you. You are like a little sister to him, his only family."


Ivan smiles and winks to Kytha one last time, then drives off. The sun was just rising and the weather was going to be good - what a nice day for new beginnings.
 
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( Guys I'm so sorry for being out for a while!!!! Truly am! Can you guys give a short plot of what happened? )


"Hands where we can see them!" Hayden startled at the roar of... 20 elite agents?! Was Hayden that much of a threat? He looked around the environment, swallowing its chaos that he himself committed, yes... he was that much of a threat. Choppers began to hover in every direction, every light directly above him, and all the agents where ready to shoot. Fortunately, they were not gifted ones. Still, they were elites.


Hayden's heart started beating so fast, anger was starting to consume him, along with confusion. He became paranoid at that point, what would they do to me? he thought. He didn't want to be arrested, shoved around like a poor deer surrounded by lions.


In result, he erupted in fury... he was going to kill everybody around him... every single one...





Hayden couldn't be stopped now, he was invulnerable. A horde of vampiric shards attacked the agents in every direction, as well as the choppers, at the same time red fragments shielded him from the agent's bullets. He did not grow tired, it was as if he had an infinite amount of life essence in him, judging from the fact that there were 20 elite soldiers from all directions.


Then it went silent... everyone... every single one that had threatened him... they're all dead... except for one...


An agent breathed and coughed heavily, and was badly injured. He pulled his pistol aiming at Hayden's head. Yet Hayden got him first. He gripped the agent by the throat and looked him in the eyes as calm as he could be. "You tell whoever ordered the attack, that I'm coming for him... AND I WON'T STOP UNTIL THAT GUY AND EVERY SUPERIOR INVOLVED IN THIS... PAYS... " Hayden growled. Surely, a rescue team would order a search on him. Until then, Hayden would have to wait for his enemy's reply.
 
(So, plot: You went insane, caused that disaster in the streets and stuff. Amelie loses you, but must bring someone in. I join the government to protect Kytha. Kytha starts to organize a rebellion to fight for the rights of the gifted. Ivan is out of the story - holiday time for my old man. (^.^))
 
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Castiel let out a sigh as he sat on top of an old building. He looked around at the clouds and he lied down. The clouds began to swirl around and make different shapes, under the control of his powers. He rolled his eyes before shutting them. "Boredom is going to be the death of me." He muttered and laughed lightly.


He pulled out a knife that was strapped to his waist and he stared at the blade. ~pure silver~ He smiled and stabbed the small weapon into the roof next to his left arm. He put both of his hands behind his head and nodded. "Definitely a slow day."
 
(Kytha and toron asked you to join the rebellion against the gov and gave you a phone telling you to call us if you decide to join^_^)


Ky waits as she waves good bye to Ivan and mutters good bye as he drives off. She walks back into the basement and checks the phone as she walks. She enters the basement to see toron without a shirt. She quickly looked away and grabbed him one of vulcans shirts. "It may be big but it's all we've got." She says and throws the shirt to him. She looks at the dog. "We're gonna need to find a way to feed all of us. I can hunt and maybe teach you." She says and turns away.


Toron stared as she walked in just as he had taken off his shirt."just my luck." He mumbled. She threw him a shirt which he put on. She starts rambling on about food & stuff and he just nods. "So what about money?" He asks and watches as she just sits down saying. "All I'm really worried about is food and how were going to supply a whole army with food once we make it."
 
(@Han Alister Maybe your guy can be one of the people the superiors put to go after Hayden.)


"With the amount of money I gave him there is no way he won't mind." Watching Vulcan change form she though of how cute her looked. (as a wolf). Amelie particularly liked gifted who can change into wolves. They were one of her favorite creatures. It's the reason why the extension of herself was a wolf. Seeing him itch and shed everywhere made her glad all her wolf can do is melt. "Just don't shed on the bed. I would like to not wake up covered in your fur." He got up on the bed and curled up. Amelie took this time to grab some clothes in the drawing and go into the bathroom and change. Normally she didn't care about changing around men, but that was only around those she really knew. Coming back out she was in black shorts and a white tank top. Turning off the lights she crawled into bed with him. Vulcan being a wolf made it a lot easier for her to get comfortable. She doesn't dare say it but she wanted to cuddle with him. Curse my love of wolves. Curling up on her side of the bed she closed her eyes and willed herself to go to sleep.
 
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( @Vulcan lol you know Kytha shot my leg surprisingly, it's easy to find my weakness... just be creative :)e


Hayden checked the phone Kytha had given him multiple times, as if it was tempting him to join the rebellion. He's been swearing all his life to wipe out every single gifted out there... now he was working with them. He finally found a safe place to think and plan his next move, an apartment.


He took another gaze at the phone. It's time. Hayden switched it on and picked a number, "Go on, Kytha. Impress me and maybe I'll join the club."
 
He saw her come out of the bathroom in her nightgown with the corner of his eye. She appeared even more beautiful now. Vulcan had been with many women before her, but he had never felt anything similar to what was going in his head right now. Could he truly be... no! He didn't even know her! Love was a weakness, that enemies would take advantage of, reveal the cracks and strike where it hurts the most. They were taught not to show their feelings, for if they did, they would question the mission, and eventually fail to fulfill it. With that thought he wrapped one paw around his muzzle and felt asleep.


He was having a dream. It was just a few years ago. His first mission in the USA. With Ivan - his new tutor, leader of The Pack.


"You know that it's a heck of a thing to stop a beating heart. That's why we're gonna do it together the first time. Now, remember. You gotta be calm, confident and you never hesitate. Got it?"


"Yeah"


"You feelin' good?"


"Yeah..."


"There's our position. Let's go."


He wakes up the moment his hand grasps the cold iron dung of the wall mount ladder.


Vulcan turns around to look at Amelie. She was slumbering so peacefully, while he on the other side was trapped in old memories. He carefully crawls near her and lays down beside her, his side pressed onto her back, his head on her waist, listening to her heartbeat and her slow breathing, leisurely falling back to sleep.


They were on the rooftop, laying flat, the barrel placed on the parapet for stability - practically invisible. His target was just coming in sight - a man in his thirties, getting off a luxury car, about to enter a building. This was the moment to strike. Suddenly his eye catches the signboard - Lucky Inn. Curse my luck. So that's what's disturbing my sleep.


"What are you doing, boy? You feelin' alright?"


"Yes."


"Then what are you waiting for? There's your target."


His forefinger prepares the trigger - first stage, he breathes in, focuses, just a little bit more pressure - second stage, exhaling...


The shot wakes him up just on time to see Amelies hand twitching, slowly waking up. He quickly backs away and crawls back to his intended corner, curling up like nothing happened. Oh, shit... Fur!
 
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About half way through the night Amelie felt something warm against her body and then something soft on her waist. Her body instinctively leaned closer to the warmth. Her hand subconsciously went up and then placed itself on Vulcan's head. Amelie, feeling satisfied with the warmth completely forgot that her skin probably felt cold to him. She easily fell back into a deep sleep and started to dream about something she hasn't in so long.


It was when she was still living with her family and she was in her and her brother's bedroom. "Alec come on! Lets go play! It's snowing out." The boy in the bed groaned and eventually lifted his head out from underneath the covers. The boy had the same pitch black hair a she does and similar eyes. His was a darker blue. "Ems it's too early to go out. Mom and dad aren't even up yet." The boy seeing his sister pout sighed and crawled out of bed. "Alright but we have to be quick. Don't want mom finding out." He put on a few layers of clothes as she just stood there in pajama pants and a t-shirt. Alec knew about Amelie's gift and his father and him work very hard to keep it a secret from their mother, who would probably call the cops on her if she knew. After Alec got dressed they snuck out the front door. The cold never bothered her. Her gift helped with that. Building a snowman with her brother was the last thing she remember before getting sucked out of her dream.


Waking up her first instinct was to look around and see how far the layers of ice went in the room, but when she found none she was surprised. The hand that had laid on Vulcan's head was now on hers. She hasn't dreamed about him in so long. She was almost 11 in that dream. They both were almost 11 and at that time Amelie was already planing to run away, to protect her father and him. Being twins she knew at some point Alec would develop his own gift. Weather it would be like her's or not was something she did not know. Years later she was able to gain information on him. His gift was that he could read the aura's of other and based on that tell if they were gifted or not. That meant he would be able to stay with their mom and dad.


Removing her hand she sat up. On a second look she found hair on her clothes and it wasn't her's. That warmth. It must have been Vulcan's body heat. Which meant.....She moved closer to him in the middle of the night. Not really wanting to admit she got up quickly, grabbing her day clothes int he process, and went into the bathroom to shower.
 
Vulcan felt her sitting up and leaning towards him. He tried as best he could to fake he was still sleeping, but by the looks of it he had failed epically. Once he heard her go to the bathroom he gets off the bed, stretching out his legs, then turns human again. Of course, he was still in his underwear so he quickly grabbed his gear that was hanging on the chair, only to see that it was torn in many places, some parts of the foam even cracked or broken. Well, they had fulfilled their purpose. He twisted and broke the prongs off of two belt buckles and walked out of the room, just in his underwear, closely listening to every sound coming from each door. He stops at the fourth and presses one ear to the wooden surface. A man was snoring and from the sound it seemed to be one not too old or too young. Vulcan took the two prongs in each hand and placed one in along the bottom of the lock, holding the metal piece with his very fingertips. Most hotel locks were made in a similar, easy to break fashion, so he turns the improvised wrench left and right, hearing the pins drop. He now inserted the pick just above the other piece, pushing each pin up and out of the tumbler. Easy-peasy. He slowly turns the handle and quietly as a thief enters. The occupant seemed unbothered. Vulcan spots his target in a dark corner of the room - a suitcase, luckily unzipped. Let's see what you got there. He kneels down and looks inside. The usual clothes, but exactly what he needed. He takes a pair of blue jeans and a plain white shirt and exits just as quietly as he had entered, taking his tools out of the keyhole. Vulcan dresses up on the go. The top fit, the jeans were an acceptable size. It had to suffice until they get to the nearest clothing store.
 
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Kytha eagerly picks up the phone. "Hello, Hayden. First of all it's not a 'club' it's a rebellion. My plan is to gather anyone,gifted or not, to join this rebellion and fight for our freedom. I personally have had enough of this hiding and running, and I know you just started, but trust me,it's horrible. We aren't much different from normals, and intact some normals like us. If normals really hated us, wouldnt they have ALL joined the gov? That's why I say we have a chance of joining together to conquer this evil goverment. We could use your skills in battle, and hopefully you will be calm enough to help us recruit. I am even going to make a website, untraceable of course, to recruit. So what d'ya say?" She says and paces around the room.
 
When she opened the door steam came out with it. Man that shower felt great. Drying her hair with a towel she noticed the absence of noise. Amelie froze as she looked around. "Where did her go?" He better not have left. Her eyes narrowed. throwing the towel to the side she put her hair up in a lose bun. She didn't want it dripping all over her back. Looking around again she saw his torn clothes on the floor. Must be going to get knew ones. Opening the door she shot ice out to form the wolf. "Go look for him. He isn't to be alone. He may have joined to help the girl bust doesn't mean I can fully trust him." The wolf nodded and ran off in search of him.
 
Vulcan was now just a few doors away from their room. He was moving with the shadows in order for his burglary act to stay hidden from any cameras, that could have been installed in the hallway. Suddenly Amelies wolf jumps through the door, running towards him. "Well, hello there, buddy." He leans to tap the wolf on the head "You are not angry with me, because I shot you, are you?" Vulcan walks on, followed by the icy creature. When the two finally stand in front of their door, the second to last, Vulcan hears some noises come from inside. Amelie had probably just come out of the shower and had noticed him missing. But what could he have done or said? I'm coming right back, just going to break into someones quarters to steal their clothes? He knocks "May I come in, or are we supposed to stay outside with your little four legged friend... I would truly appreciate if you trusted me a little more. We both woke up safe and sound after all... Hey, babe, if you are mad because of the hair. I'm sorry, okay?"
 
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(Aww you two are chryshing on eachother :3 -.- lol if ky found out she would probably kill one of you xD )
 
Castiel looked at the horizon for a few more moments, taking in the view, before jumping down. When, he landed on the ground below, cracks spread beneath his feet. He sighed and began to walk aimlessly. A sphere made of rocks floated above his right open palm, twirling randomly. Stupid boring days. "I hate this!" He half shouted as he threw the rock as far as it could go. "Look at me, taking my anger out on the Earth. I really am bored." He muttered to himself.
 
( xD I guess they are. Sorry Ky)


The wolf padded along beside Vulcan. The wolf barked at the door realizing that is where it was summoned. Hearing the bark Amelie got up from the desk chair and walked to the door. "I would truly appreciate if you trusted me a little more. We both woke up safe and sound after all... Hey, babe, if you are mad because of the hair. I'm sorry, okay?" Hearing him say that she got flustered and then angry. Because of the connection between her and the wolf they showed on the wolf as well. Feeling the flustered feeling the wolf lowered it's head and turned away. Feeling the angry it started to growl at Vulcan. She opened the door about to say a comeback but then saw that he was wearing different clothes. "You know I have money to buy you knew ones right?" She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at him. "Stealing is a crime." At the moment her watch started to blink. Pressing the button a hologram opened up revealing a message.


Agent Glass,


I would like to congratulate you on your new recruit. Doctor Lee was able to tell us some things about him but I need you to fill out the information needed so we can have it on file. Also since you were the one to recruit him he is now your new partner. Train him like you were trained and when you think he is ready we will talk about you getting a new partner.



-HQ



At this Amelie tried to remain stoic but she felt a small frown form on her lips. She was on training duty now? Man they must be running low on people actually willing to do it. But why make someone who does field work train? She couldn't complain though. Vulcan already knew how to fight and use his abilities. "But why training..." She mumbled.
 
Amelies pet was suddenly getting quite moody. It perhaps sensed his masters feelings and reacted according to them. When the door opened, it caught him a little off guard, for he was looking down, inspecting the behavior of the curious creature.


"Stealing is a crime" He felt like a little child, scolded by his parents. Besides, theft was the most innocent crime he had ever committed in comparison to the usual ones.


"I... Uhhm... Didn't steal anything... The clerk from downstairs said, that they had spare clothes for their guests, so I..." He stuttered, but got interrupted, right on time. Amelie was receiving a message from her high-tech hologram watch. She tapped on the screen and a cardiogram appeared floating in the air, the line moving to the sound of the mechanically modified voice. They both listened carefully to what it said, but when Vulcan heard, that she was supposed to train him, he couldn't help but smirk.


"Well, lets see what you can teach me then. Do sit and roll over?"


Vulcan knew that he shouldn't underestimate the ice wielder, or joke with her for that matter, but from the looks on her face, he knew she felt the same way - confused and amused at the same time. But orders were orders no matter what and she had to follow them. Soon he would have to follow them too. It was a good thing Vulcan was used to that.


"So, paperwork."


He entered and pushed his old clothes under the table with one leg in order to make some space, then sat on the chair.


"You sure they will even accept me as an agent? Because of my past thug life, I mean. Aren't you supposed to be all the good guys, with clear records, a bright future in mind?"
 
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"Haha very funny." She rolled her eyes and dropped her hands to her side. Without warning the wolf shattered and Amelie turned ti the side to let him in and closed the door. At the desk she pulled out a forum for new agents. "I wouldn't have been asked to fill out a forum if you weren't accepted. Gifted agents are different. We take what we can get, that is if they are willing. If not they get sent to somewhere I don't even know about and I want to keep it that way. Non gifted agents have to go through tests and they can't have a record." She took out a pen. "You can fill it out. It's just basic information. Name, date of birth, gender, what you gift is, blood type, etc. It asks for family members but no one fills that put...mostly to protect those we care about."
 
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Oh, what a privilege. He decided he wouldn't ask about the purgatory the captured gifted would be sent to, or what was done to them after that. Amelie either didn't know, or she refused to tell him. He bit his lip at the thought of Kytha being captured and sent there, but quickly shakes it off.


Amelie hands him the form and a pen. He rashly looks it through, playing around with the pen. Name: Vulcan, date of birth: 2049, gender: male, gift: Therian - wolf, blood type: AB negative, eye color, nationality... Oh, man... family members:... It took him some time to think about that, the pencil tip barely touching the paper... none. It wasn't far from the truth. He didn't know his biological parents. Ivan and Kytha couldn't count as such either. And if they knew who the girl was, what he had written wouldn't count anyway. This had to stay a secret. He takes a final look at the document and pushes it towards Amelie. "There" He then grabs the box of paracetamol off the table the doctor had advised him to take in and lazily crushes a horribly bitter pill straightaway with his teeth. Oh my God! What am I doing! He jumps up from his seat and rushes into the bathroom, swilling tab water in liters.


"Don't mind me.", he soon walks out of the bathroom and smiles innocently, scratching his head "Now, what are the plans for today? I suppose your guys will soon equip me with some of that fancy tech and suit, so why don't we make our first training session? I'm curious what you can do, tough girl."
 
Amelie sat on the bed patiently as he filled out the form. After a few minutes she decided to undo her hair and brush it out. It was still wet but not as bad as before. Amelie got up when she saw he was done. She took the for and put it aside. Watching him take the pill she was slightly confused when he shot up and ran to the bathroom. When he came back in the room she gave him a confused look. Hearing him say he want to train her eyes widened slightly in excitement. "Our fight didn't get to the point where I got to use my sword. I love using it but most of the time I don't get to." She faced both of her palms up and the sword of ice slowly started to form. "I will admit it is my strongest weapon. It's almost impossible to break, unlike my wolf. The wolf is mostly used for tracking and companionship." When the sword fully formed she gripped the hilt and then swung it around effortlessly. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she talked about it.
 
Amelie started forming her icy blue blade. The ice was so thick you couldn't see through, the sword sparkling from the light as she was swinging it around. A steel blade this size would be a hard thing to wield by any man, but this one looked almost weightless in her hands.


"And you want us to fight here, in the hotel room? Well, I guess one must learn to adapt to his enviroment." But Vulcan was in a bad position. His weapons were in the other corner of the room, there was nothing around him to use or at least throw at his opponent. He was limited to hand-to-hand combat. He had heard of an ancient japanese fighting style called Muto Dori, which translated to unarmed movement against an attacker with a sword. At the time, he thought he wouldn't need it and now he was regretting it. He took the usual boxing/street fighting stance, standing slightly to the side, giving the opponent less area to strike at, shielding his head with his hands, bending his knees a little bit, ready to jump to the side at any moment. In an more open area the technique when fighting someone armed with any melee weapon was to back away, evading the attacks, tiring the opponent out and at the same time looking for something to use - a pole, a stone, dust to the eyes, anything really. But right now he was stuck in a small space and if the swing came from the right, he would have nowhere to go. Grabbing the blade off of her hands didn't seem like a good idea either. Cuts from ice were even more gruesome than those from glass and somehow he felt that if he was the one to wield it, it would suddenly weigh a ton. "Hey, don't chop my head off, will you."
 
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Hayden slightly flinched at the moment Kytha mentioned how horrible it is to be a gifted fighting against the government. He wasn't like Kytha, and she doesn't have the right to explain how horrible her life was as a hunted gifted. Everybody was different, especially Hayden from anybody. He promised to himself to kill every single being that was in his way, in other words, he was only joining Kytha to find and kill the higher ups involved in the attack. After that, Kytha and her little weak rebellion would be useless to him. "Listen, Kytha. Before I join this rebellion of yours, I want you to know that I'm not fighting for anybody, not even for our kind. All I want is to find and kill the ones that threatened and tried to kill me and then I'm done... sound fair...?"
 

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