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How is it that such a feral beast could live beneath her skin; how cold and empty her eyes could become?
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 Posted on: Sep 29 2015, 10:26 PM
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It was supposed to be a harmless shopping trip with a friend – nothing more. Jenna had caught Harper after math and begged her to come with her into the city. Admittedly, it hadn’t taken much begging – Harper wasn’t super girly-girly, but she did enjoy a good shopping spree. Besides, she liked having the excuse to be off campus. And maybe she could convince Jenna to swing by and visit her mom’s apartment with her. She could even bribe her with some sweets (because it could almost be guaranteed that her mom was baking something), and some Murphy loving. The whole thing was good and planned. It should have gone perfectly – smoothly.

Should have being the operative phrase.

It would have, too, if they’d lingered just two minutes more in the last store. It had just been another in a long line of store names, and by that point Harper was trying hard not to buy anything more. She knew she wouldn’t get in trouble, but she might get “that” look when she and Jenna traipsed through the door with the bags they had, and she didn’t want to push that too far. It had been her fault. She’d been herding Jenna toward the door, laughing and promising the taller girl could have more of the cookies if she would just go. She’d been so distracted that she’d shoved Jenna right through the door and into a guy waiting on the other side.

“Sorry! I’m so sorry, that was my fault. I wasn’t paying attention.” Harper’s words went ignored as she scrambled to stand next to Jenna – the boy’s (he couldn’t have been more than a year two older than the girls) eyes were focused on Jenna. The girl’s mutation had manifested physically in the form of a patch of scaled skin that circled her left eye and reached from the bridge of her nose to her ear in a flash of brilliant, flame-colored scales. It wasn’t something she was terribly confident about, and she had squirmed uncomfortably under the boy’s stare. Until he’d opened his mouth.

“What’s a freak like you doing outside its cage?” Harper and Jenna had both gasped, but the boys’ friends (two other large, lumbering types) had only sniggered as they moved into flanking position. “Don’t they keep you all locked up somewhere?” Jenna had turned scarlet as she shrank back, and Harper lunged forward. “Leave her alone! She’s not a freak!”

Somehow the boy’s mind didn’t not correctly translate her words, and he instead gave Harper a slow once-over. “Cute thing like you shouldn’t be hanging out with something like that.” A flash of furious heat shot through Harper, and she felt the end of her fingers tingle with the promise of coming numbness. For once, Harper wasn’t most concerned about that. “I’m a mutant too.” The boy flinched back a step, and Harper was suddenly more proud than she’d ever been of being a mutant, and the tingling faded out of her fingers.

For a moment.

“Now the freaks are pretending to be like us? Gross.” More sniggering, and Harper balled her hands into fists, struggling to keep them feeling and still. She was mostly unsuccessful. “Get lost. You stupid-” Her arms were numb. This was worse than she’d thought. Maybe she and Jenna could get away. Numbly she reached for her friend’s arm and tugged awkwardly, trying to move and hold her temper and not look like she was holding her temper all at once. It apparently wasn’t enough. The boy shoved Harper as his two friends grabbed for Jenna, and for a weird moment everything slowed down. Harper watched in an oddly disconnected way as she lunged forward, and the leader’s elbow drifted back to catch her in the chest. And then as her hands closed slowly, vice-like around the boy’s arm, something in her brain broke off and darkness closed in.

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 Posted on: Oct 29 2015, 04:31 PM
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Running, running, running out of time

Erik didn't understand it. He'd thought for sure that Serinity would love the firearm he'd gifted her. He hadn't been able to get the gun via the legal routes, but there were plenty of ways of doing so the not-so-legal way, and he'd learned nearly all of them during his time working for Schneider. Not a glamorous or pretty time in his life, but it was what it was and it was a part of him. It had helped make him who he was today, and who he was today was someone who could navigate, fairly well, the shenanigans between the Vox and the Revos. His experience had made him capable of moving up in the Revo ranks quicker than normal. It was a necessary evil if he was ever going to bring down the people who had killed Lara. Lara may not still be dead, and it was curious and worrisome how and who had brought her back, but the point was that the Vox had killed her in the first place. He'd set himself on this course when that had happened, and he wasn't going to deter from it, especially since Rini had joined. But that was exactly why he'd thought she'd enjoy the firearm present!

Apparently she was more girly than he'd thought, and as much as she loved the gun, apparently her idea of gifts didn't involve weapons. He couldn't fathom why not, but he was at least wise enough not to argue the point. At least, not anymore than he had. Okay, so he'd argued it a lot, and may have said a few things he regretted, and it may have soured her against him for the time being, and he may currently be out looking at different stores and strip malls like a lost puppy that had no idea where it was going because he'd been counseled to buy Rini something nice and girly to make up for both the gun and the fight. Okay, so that's totally what he was doing.

Women. He would never understand them.

The word 'freak' caught Erik's attention, and the muscular man shifted his body toward the sound. He was on the opposite side of the street from the verbal altercation between two girls and three boys. Young. They were all so young. A few young faces back from his mutant trafficking days flashed through his mind, especially that of Kia Bailey. Of all the things he'd done, doing what he had done to kids would haunt him for the rest of his life. He would never be able to forgive himself for that, nor did he expect anyone else to. Regardless, Kia had forgiven him, at least enough that she hadn't called the cops on him, and Rini loved him despite his past. It made his desire to make up for his past misdeeds even stronger. And it was that desire that had him striding across the street, avoiding oncoming traffic, toward the bullying spectacle.

He was forced to pause in the middle lane so he didn't get hit by traffic, and by the time he could go, he saw the verbal altercation turn into a physical one. Swearing under his breath and cursing himself for meddling, especially with what looked like a group of minors, Erik sprinted across the other lane toward the sidewalk.

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 Posted on: Jan 11 2016, 07:36 PM
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Love You Like A Love Song

There was no fight back against the berserker state as it settled into place, and, distantly, Harper wondered if she’d be aware of what was going on this time. Her answer came in the darkening over her vision as her consciousness slid away beneath her rage. There was no street or shop or strangers left – just a violent need to break, and the boy flailing uselessly against her grip. How nicely his arm would do to dispel the rage. The boy keened as Harper’s newly-strengthened hands wrenched closed, and then sharply to the side. An audible cracking was quickly drowned out by the boy’s scream as he folded to the pavement. He was incapacitated for the moment, but Harper’s rage wanted her to make sure his threat was well removed, and she took a step toward him.

A sudden invasion on her world’s new, smaller boundaries distracted her and sent her staggering to the side as it collided with her shoulder. There was a dip in the ground – the curb – but she corrected quickly and flung herself back. The invasion was a person – one of the thuggish boys. There was another on the other side and a figure her brain only knew wasn’t a target. She was supposed to protect the other figure and draw the thuggish invasions away. The figure was breakable – she was not. Damageable, yes, but that would heal. Like the bruised cheek and nose some distant part of her knew she would have after the hulking mass came at her again. She reeled, caught her footing, and reached with blind, grabbing fingers for the boy. She was not nearly finished breaking. Fingers closed around a collar, and she swung. Several times. Fist and face connected, and then face turned to forearms as the thuggish boy shielded his face. Harper merely switched targets and started in on his ribs and stomach.

The change came abruptly. Her balance shifted and the boy shoved, sending her careening backward. The third figure was there to catch her under the arms and hold her back as thug two stormed forward. She was ready enough to reach up and dig her fingers into the boy behind herkicked hard at the frontal assailant.

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 Posted on: Jan 15 2016, 01:33 AM
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Running, running, running out of time

Erik drew up short as if slapped in the face when he heard the crack of bone and the subsequent scream. He'd seen a lot of crazy in his relatively short life, but this was the first time he'd seen a young girl with as slight a body as the lady in question manhandle a boy bigger than her. Not only that, but to have broken his arm like she was easily snapping a toothpick... now that was definitely something new. It looked like both the young girls were 'freaks' if one went by the ideology of the boys who were now being beaten down by a slip of a girl.

He'd crossed the street in a hurry in an attempt to protect the girls, but now as the tables had turned it appeared that he would need to protect the boys and hopefully stop the girl from doing something atrocious. Well... more atrocious than breaking someone's arm. And she was already on to her next victim, her fist connecting with the poor boy's face. Poor being a relative sentiment, of course, since they kind of deserved it. The girl was doing some serious damage with those punches, more than one might think her capable of delivering. Mutant, definitely. He wagered something to do with strength. Little did he know that there was more to it.

By the time he'd reached the mess, the boys had managed to turn the tide, but Erik had a feeling it wouldn't be for long. They were way out of her league. The other girl was freaking out but wise enough not to get directly involved. There were people on the outskirts also freaking out, a few were attempting to come to the broken arm boy's aid, and a few others were calling the authorities. For some reason, nobody was trying to jump into the fray to stop the fighting, though. Cowards, the lot of them. At the same time, he couldn't entirely blame them. Very few were equipped to do what he could do.

In a display of his own strength, Erik knocked the boy who was coming at the girl out of the way. The girl was already onto the boy who had been holding her, and he grabbed her by the arm to yank her away. "I think you've proven your point. Let's tone it down. Don't be breaking anymore bones, even if they deserve it."

She lashed out at him, her fist to his gut knocking all of the air out of him and throwing him backward. He tripped backward over his heels and landed on his butt, still struggling to get his breath back. One look into her eyes as she turned toward him finally alerted him that there was more to this mutant than simply strength. There was no intelligence in her eyes, only pure animal instinct. He knew that look. He'd seen it before. Worst of all, others had seen it in him. With a hand against the concrete, he tapped into his power and began to assimilate the structure of the material up his arm and over his chest and down the other arm so his entire torso was now concrete. He was wearing a jacket, so the only off thing anyone would see would be his hands. He didn't want to hurt the girl, per se, but he also wasn't going to let her use him as a punching bag.

"Calm the hell down. I'm not yer enemy."

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 Posted on: Mar 5 2016, 09:48 PM
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The danger in front of her disappeared suddenly and Harper shifted her attention backward as her feet returned to the ground. She shifted and jerked, her enhanced muscles pulling the boy forward with little effort to throw him to the ground so she could hit him a few more times. Except, as she pulled her arm back, something stopped it. Furious, she pivoted toward the sound of a voice – neither knowing nor caring what it was saying – and sent her anger that way. The fist connected with a stomach as her brain quickly processed what was in front of her. A threat. A big one – larger and more solid than the boys had been. This one wouldn’t break as easily. Part of her anger liked that – relished in the challenge it would provide – but the other part almost hesitated. She’d fought someone dangerous likes this once before. He hadn’t broken either.

By the time she had turned to face him, the danger was low against the ground. Sitting, she thought. That was fine – lower down put him more easily in her reach. She started toward him, her bloodied fists balling once more, and he made noises again. This time she only bared her teeth and lunged. She wanted to hit, and if he stood and put his head out of immediate reach, then she was perfectly happy hitting the nice big target of his chest.

Only she hadn’t expected the pain that came with the connection. It was enough to jar even through her berserker state, and the part of her that was Harper stirred and struggled for the surface. When the second blow skipped of stone-hard skin, she finally reached the top and pushed through to a semblance of rationality. She was hurt – she knew that, even though she couldn’t really feel it yet – and she knew she had hurt someone. Badly. Not the man in front of her, though, and in rising panic, she struggled to speak. “. . . help.” The word when it came was breathy and strained as she fought against the returning tide of the berserker. Shudders began to run through her from the effort, and she focused on the man in a desperate hope of help. She didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore. Not now. Not even when . . . A harder shiver shook her and her vision dimmed at the realization that the man had hurt her. “Please . . . help.” She didn’t even know who she was talking to anymore – maybe still the man. Maybe he could at least stop her doing anything worse.

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 Posted on: May 4 2016, 01:24 AM
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Running, running, running out of time

The slip of a thin punched him in the chest--the concrete chest. He winced in sympathy when he heard the crack of her hand upon impact. She might be a berserker--or a feral child, whatever--but her body likely didn't have steel-enhanced bones or invulnerable skin. Granted, it was possible in hindsight, but he was glad it wasn't or it might have been his concrete torso that had been cracked... which meant pain for him later. A lot of pain. If he'd had more durable material around to assimilate, he would have chosen that, but under the pressing circumstances, he was working with what he had in the immediate vicinity.

The girl backed away from him, cradling her hand. Something in her mindless violent persona seemed to crack as well and a sliver of humanity twinkled in her darting eyes that kept returning to him accusingly. She wanted him to help her. That's what he was trying to do despite the fact it would have been smarter for him to keep walking. He'd ignored countless thins over the years, keeping his head down the majority of the time because it would have been foolish to draw attention to himself and therefore the others he worked with. Technically, he ought to keep from drawing attention to himself still due to the fact he was still a wanted man. Granted, the Revos had helped him take care much of that. He doubted he'd ever have been able to join their cause if not for Alduin who was able to read minds. Not in the traditional sense, but he knew things when he touched people, and he'd known Erik wasn't a danger to the Revo cause despite the fact he'd once dealt in mutant trafficking. Ugh, that had been a merry mess.

Point being, he should have kept on walking when he saw the trouble brewing across the street, but he was sick of ignoring things when he could do something to help. That was who he was; it had just been subdued by Schneider for a decade.

Erik regarded the girl as she hesitated, her mind at war with itself. At this point, unless she pulled herself out of whatever was going on with her, the only thing he could think of that might truly help was a little bit of mental calibration. Mind made up, and slightly hating himself for what he felt was a necessity under the circumstances, Erik said, "Sorry for this," and closed the distance between them to bring his forearm down in a powerful blow to the girl's temple. He'd retracted the concrete from the arm in question before making contact with her face, not wanting to do any serious damage. He hoped it would knock her out, and he hoped that knocking her out would snap her out of whatever crazy was going on.

The cops had been called, which was evident by the way a handful of people were talking, and now that the girl was down and he was the only one still standing--except for the girl's friend who was in the backdrop of all the chaos--Erik knew it would be likely that some of the men in the vicinity might finally amass their courage to try and subdue him. Letting the concrete bleed out of his entire body, Erik bent and picked the slip of a girl in his arms. Turning to the friend, he said, "I think we better get yer friend out of here before things get even crazier, yeah?"

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 Posted on: Jun 11 2016, 07:35 PM
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Harper no longer had any idea what was going on around her, much less in the big man’s head. Frankly, at that point, she couldn’t possibly have cared less what was going on it. There was way too much going on in hers just then. In fact, all her attention had gone to the struggle inside her own head. It was something like having a tug-of-war with a huge, immovable something she couldn’t see. Only worse. The more she struggled to hold onto herself, the more afraid she became, the bigger the thing seemed to become. The bigger it was, the worse her situation. It was a slippery slope she was quickly losing traction on.

The blow to her head came unexpectedly and was only made known to her through the flash of white that blasted through the fuzzy unawareness that had almost closed in completely. Dimly, she was aware of the sensation of falling, and the overwhelming, wonderful swell of relief that flushed through her at it. This had to mean it was done, right? Maybe she was dead (she really, really hoped not), or maybe just not moving – it didn’t matter all that much just then. What mattered was that she was pretty sure she hadn’t hurt anyone too badly, and that now she wouldn’t be able to.

She just hoped those rumors about mutants disappearing had been false.


Jenna was having a reasonably well-contained meltdown at the edge of the crowd. Part of was that she felt responsible – this trip had been her idea, and it had been her mutation that had caught the boys’ attention, and they were what had set Harper off. Now Harper was fighting the nice man trying to help. Jenna had tried to help . . . sorta. She’d taken a step forward to talk to Harper before the man arrived, but had given up because she knew it was pointless. The professors tried to talk to Harper sometimes during class, but it never went well (and hadn’t been a popular activity at the last several classes). Talking just seemed to make the speaker a target – as it did here.

All that said, Jenna couldn’t help shrieking when Harper was struck and knocked down. For one horrified moment she was convinced that, as bad as everything was, it was all about to get even worse. And then the man was turning toward her, and she stared dumbly back at him. Oh . . . Oh good, he was still helping. “Y-yes. Yes. We, um . . .” She flushed self-consciously, now hyper-aware of being a mutant. Except this guy had withstood Harper, so he must be one too. Even so, it took her an effort to force out, “We go to school at Silas. On the edge of town. I can take her by myself.” No she couldn’t, but she felt that she had to at least offer. Fortunately, the man seemed to know this (or maybe he was just that nice) and Jenna was instead left in the role of leader.

Fortunately, the school wasn’t terribly far, and Harper was starting to move and make noises (small, high whimpers as she struggled to raise a hand to her head) as they passed through the gate. These were followed shortly by heavy, hard blinks as Harper stared in confusion at the man. “What . . . ? What happened?”

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 Posted on: Nov 1 2016, 08:59 PM
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Running, running, running out of time

Erik cast his eyes about and didn't like what he saw. People were staring at him like he was the offender. Granted, he had knocked out a girl who was both young and petite, which made the entire ordeal that much more horrific for those watching. None of them would understand why he'd had to do it. It also meant that he needed to leave before the group decided they should actively intervene, which was why he'd singled out the girl's friend. Silas. Of course. He wasn't at all surprised. Not after what he'd just been through with the unconscious girl. Nobody could have fought him the way she had without some kind power. Maybe it was super strength? It didn't matter one way or another.

"No, you can't," he grunted bluntly. She was about the same size as her friend and looked wholly incapable of carrying her about. She could always get help from someone else, call someone, or get the ambulance involved, but all of the above sounded like a bad idea to him. He hadn't hit her that hard. He was certain she would wake up fine with only a headache.

"Come on, let's get you two back then."

Erik began leading the way to his truck with the unconscious girl in his arms. He figured having her draped over his shoulder would draw even more eyes, and not kindly ones. Carrying her in this manner made him look more like a concerned hero than a criminal kidnapping two girls. He could help what it looked like in only small ways. He knew he had good intentions, but nobody else did, nor did the girl following him, obviously only going along because she felt wholly unsure what to do.

If Erik was a different kind of man, he probably would have tried to converse with the other girl, to make her feel more comfortable, but he wasn't that kind of man, so mostly silence accompanied them basically the entire way to Silas. They were arriving at the campus when the unconscious girl finally awoke. "You broke one of my ribs," Erik replied, "probably put those two boys in the hospital." He wasn't sure about that one. He hadn't stuck around to find out, but he wouldn't be surprised if that's where they were now. "And now you're back at Silas, which clearly ain't teaching you to control yourself like it should."

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