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Post by Dismay on Jul 17, 2007 16:19:12 GMT -5
Those have all been good so far. I'll take a part. Maybe the next one, but it might be a while. This week is going to be horrible. I'm gone mornings, and then I'll also be gone three nights in a row, tonight, tomorrow night, and Thursday night. But I do have some ideas. I'll PM you in a bit.
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Post by BSam on Jul 18, 2007 4:02:46 GMT -5
i will write more but i don't know when
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Post by PJ on Jul 18, 2007 8:00:31 GMT -5
This is the final bit. I'm going to continue this plotline, just in case anyone was interested in doing so. So there.
So...Sam and Dismay are next up?
A Chapter in Three Parts
PJ
Life wasn’t good. It hadn’t been, ever since PJ had found the note in his house informing him that he had assisted Dante in murdering 10 n00bs one night by erasing both of their memories of the murders. The first, overwhelming question in PJ’s mind was: Why? He always had been the pacifist type. At least, he had never wanted to kill anyone. But now he had discovered that he HAD killed someone. At least, he had been an accomplice. What was the worst about it all was that he didn’t know WHY he had done so.
If Dante came up to him right now, and asked him to do something similar, he was sure he would never help him cover it up. So why had he done it? Had Dante threatened him? Had he somehow convinced PJ that what he had done was correct? PJ had no idea, and was incredibly angry at himself (or his other self, the one that had helped Dante) for not thinking to put the reason in his letter.
But now PJ was trapped. He was an accomplice. If he refused to help, then Dante would kill him, and continue to kill. If he went to the police, they’d arrest him. Even worse, what would all of his friends think? Spending his life in jail was not something he wanted to do. But neither did he want to murder people. He was very, very frightened and confused.
And J. was dead. That was the worst bit. Some part of PJ was almost glad that Dante was ridding 667 of n00bs. They did nothing. They were useless. But did that mean they deserved to die? Some part of PJ thought so.
But J.? J. was smart, funny, worthy of life in every way. Dante thought so too, he said so, but he had to kill her for the greater good. He had to keep killing n00bs for 667, he said, and the memory-erasing trick wouldn’t keep working. So J. had to go.
What, PJ thought, would J. say to him now? If she was still here? He imagined what it would be like.
J: PJ, you’re a jerk. You killed me. PJ: I’m sorry! I really am! But if I had opposed Dante, he’d have killed me! J: Maybe. But you have a power, too. Or you could have gone to the police. PJ: They’d have arrested me. Which is a lame excuse. But I don’t want to go to jail! Everything was moving too quickly. Maybe if I’d had time, and known Dante was gonna go after you. J: You’re just making excuses now. Bottom line: you killed me. And you continue to allow innocent people to die. I mean, I may not have been a role model in life, but you just plain suck. PJ: I’m sorry! What am I supposed to do? I’m going insane. Look. I’m imagining a conversation with a dead woman. J: That’s right. I’m you. And that means you already know what I’m going to say. PJ: What? J: Don’t pull this. You killed me. You know what you have to do. PJ: I can’t do anything. Dante can kill just by looking at you. You of all people should know that. J: You’re still making excuses. This is what you’ve always wanted, anyways. Live as a coward, or die as a hero. Your choice. PJ: I have to avenge you? J: Yes. Yes you do. People are dying and it’s your fault. Get out before things get worse. Do something right. PJ: … J: You’re trying to think of a wisecrack I could make to end this conversation, aren’t you? PJ: …it’s what you would have wanted. J: You know what I want you to do. PJ: I’m not going to kill any more people. J: You don’t have to.
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Post by Dismay on Jul 21, 2007 14:36:07 GMT -5
That's good. Really well written. Change of plans. I can write something now. I'll send it to you all ASAP.
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Jul 21, 2007 14:45:46 GMT -5
Ooh, great. Can I write after Dismay?
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Post by Dismay on Jul 21, 2007 14:48:23 GMT -5
I think you should PM PJ. He seems to have everything togeather about this thing. It seems that BSam, Cybermystery, and I are all writing at the same time because of randomness with time constraints (I'll be out of town starting Monday). But I have PM'd out some ideas and such.
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Post by PJ on Jul 24, 2007 20:08:23 GMT -5
This is the next part, written by Dismay. After this, I'm guessing either Linda, Cybermystery or BSam will post.
A Mixed-Up Mind[/b]
Dismay was dreaming. She ran next to the dragon as it flew. She held a small paperback book with a red cover in her hand. She watched as the dragon and its rider dove, and followed them. Everyone around her reeled as the ground came up on them, but she was shouting with joy. She knew what the girl on the dragon would say to the dragon following them, because this was a scene in her book- she was living it. She ran as they landed, and met them as they came off of the dragon. “Hello, I’m…” the girl she was speaking to held up her hand and turned to her father. They both came over. Dismay watched in wonder, along with the people on the street, as tiny dragons the size of kittens came out from under the girl’s cape. Then she saw something happen. One of the little dragons flew through a person! Dismay blinked. What a strange dream! She felt the hard asphalt under her feet, and much to her chagrin, could smell the acrid smell of cars and too many people. She sighed, and closed her eyes. She heard people shouting at her. A single tear fell down her face. She would have to meet Kale Allerion and her father, Sir Kemry later, she could, since she had imagined them there. The next time she picked up the book, she’d see them, she knew it! The forms of the girl, man, and dragons all became fuzzy, as if Dismay’s disbelief actually made them thinner. How strange. She could see through them now. She felt as if something was slipping through her soul’s fingertips, in every sense of the word. She sighed and let the illusion slip. Her eyes opened as she woke from the dream, and found that it had been more real than she had realized. She looked around, stunned. She wasn’t home. She looked down at her pajamas. She looked around at the people staring at her. She tried to change into an animal, to hide, but she couldn’t. Then she realized. Her great desire to be an animal had brought out her gift; but she wasn’t a shape-shifter, she had only been fooling herself. She was an illusionist. And everyone out here knew it, she realized. Tears dripped down her face as she walked towards her home. She thought she had been dreaming, but it been real. And not only for herself, oh no, she had caught everyone in her illusion. She stepped off of the street and into the sidewalk, ignoring the people staring at her in her owl pajamas. She had fallen asleep reading, and had dreamed. Now she realized it wasn’t a mere dream, it was a VERY public dream, she couldn’t stop the tears coursing down her face. First she would change, and then, she would go to Akbar. Maybe, just maybe, he would know what to do.
Akbar’s head was in his hands again. He was exhausted. He could freeze time again, but it was tiring. He decided to pause it for a bit, so he could have more work done faster. As he felt time freeze, he noticed a dark form behind him. Freezing time would have to wait. “Hello Skeleton Key. How are our friends faring now?” She grinned. “Perfectly, I think. But I think you need another person to help keep watch on everyone. I’m just a shadow, after all. Oh, by the way, Dismay’s illusion slip today has greatly angered the High Authorities. Antenora still walks around talking to the dead, and BSam grew a dog’s nose and smelled a bomb. It seems that we have a few more superpowers on our hands. And I've been asking around, and some people - not all , just some - have been experiencing some sort of time freeze. Time stops, they say, but their minds continue to work. Looks like someone's messing around with a new power. You wouldn’t know of one, by chance, would you?” Her deft eyes missed Akbar’s quick glance at the clock next to his desk. “And I have heard we have to report all powers now? Seems my nickname for Tragedy and the global and regular moderators is accurate.” “The High Authorities? Yes, very accurate. Go outside and see who that is that is hiding behind the door. I can see them.” Skeleton Key grinned, and Akbar realized she had known there was someone out there the entire time.
She seemed to melt into a shadow and went out the door. Akbar heard a gasp, and then Dismay entered the room. She wanted to talk.
Akbar and Skeleton Key watched patiently as Dismay told him her story, the complete story, from the beginning. She paced around the room, trying not to bump into the many book characters, rodents, and birds of prey that occupied the space. A giant even looked in the window with a foot-tall person on his shoulder. As she kept on randomly thinking of different things as her mind wandered, the illusions cluttered the room. Akbar, even though he could not feel them, scrunched up so he would not touch the hairy dog and small elephants at his sides. Another popped into the room, this time, a small group of tiny dragons. “Enough!” Time threatened to stop as he shouted. He let it continue on and continued to glare at the girl. Her fingers were entwined in her hair, tears pouring down her face. She was scared. Somehow, she was one of the few unable to control all of her power, but when she heard Akbar’s “Enough”, all of her illusions disappeared.
Akbar sighed loudly. “Look, I have an idea. I have an assignment for you. I need you to start following some people, see what they do, who they talk to, where they go. And you’re going to have to use your illusions to disguise yourself, or perhaps just hide yourself. You’ll think of something. You have to concentrate, though, to make sure you don’t accidentally make the wrong illusion. Think of it as a homework assignment. It’ll help you get a better grip on your power, and it’ll help me get valuable information I need for the good of 667. You have to be careful, though! There is a murderer out there. And worse, I think. I need your help. 667 needs your help. Will you do it?” He felt somewhat bad about taking advantage for her, but he felt it would probably help her get a better control over her power. And it was for the good of 667. He gazed at her, solemnly. The girl nodded, her shoulder length brown hair bobbing with her. “Yes, I will!” she whispered, resolutely. Akbar smiled broadly.
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Post by Sora on Jul 25, 2007 1:27:16 GMT -5
Cool, really enjoyed both of those parts and excellent revelation. These archs are folding out nicely. I'll PM you back about the plot-thing PJ, I just was busy these past few days with Harry Potter and homework.
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Post by PJ on Jul 26, 2007 21:26:19 GMT -5
Cybermystery's part is done, but I needed to post this small bit before I post his. I'll do that later today. Enjoy!
Linda and BSam are still writing their pieces. Is anyone else interested in writing?
Two[/b]
It was late. PJ always did his shopping late. He was avoiding everyone. This was suspicious, true, but he didn’t care anymore. It was almost time.
He steered into a dark alleyway, and regretted it instantly. It was so dark, so silent…these were dark times. A bomb had blown up a pub nearby here, he had heard. That wasn’t Dante. Not his style. Then who…?
A noise. He spun, but saw only darkness. As he turned back he caught a quick glimpse of a dark figure before something came crashing down on his head and he knew nothing.
It was late. She disliked working late, but recent events had meant Gigi had to work later than usual. Murder and mayhem! Gigi did not have a superpower, but she knew exactly what they meant for 667. Already, it had begun. Murder. Buildings collapsing. Terrorism. And all over 667, people discovering they had strange new powers. How long, wondered Gigi, before someone got some unstable power and, say, blew up half of 667?
She couldn’t shake the feeling that someone was watching her, either. She had caught glimpses of Kyle, floating above 667 several times today. What was he doing? Who was he watching? What was he watching for? People were suspicious of each other. Things weren’t looking good, and as Head Moderator, it was Gigi’s job to keep things orderly.
He awoke, tied to a chair. Taking but a moment to appreciate the melodrama of it all, he yelled: “Hello?” A figure stepped out of the shadows. “You!” Exclaimed PJ. “Why have you kidnapped me?” He demanded.
The female figure grinned broadly. “Interesting ability. Mind control. And memory wiping, that one will be particularly useful to me.” She said, trying to keep herself from laughing maniacally. “Considering the fact that you’ve kidnapped me, I doubt I’ll be using my powers to help you anytime soon.” PJ pointed out, sternly. She couldn’t contain herself. She laughed. Manically.
“I don’t care about you. You’ve already given me what I need.” She said, cryptically, a creepy smile playing across her face. PJ felt cold. This was not looking good. “What are you going to do to me?” He asked, softly. “I’m going to wipe your memory.” She said, entering his memory. “That’s…impossible…” He uttered, as his memory began to flash before his eyes. PJ tried to resist, but it was too sudden, and he was concussed.. As she began to erase his memory of this encounter, he began to scream.
Gigi had arrived at the door. She fumbled for a key, when a voice behind her spoke softly. “Gigi.” It said. She jumped slightly, and felt a sinking feeling in her stomach. This was bad. She could tell. She turned around. The gun fired. Gigi fell to the floor.
The murderer pulled out a mobile phone, and dialed a number. “Hey.” She said. “Hi.” Came the reply from the other side. “Head Moderator is dead. What about you?” “I’ve got his power. I’m bringing him back to the alley. I'll go after Dismay, next.” Both women smiled. Chaos had come to 667. “Meet you back at home.” She hung up, and walked away, leaving the corpse of Gigi at her doorstep, the keys still in her hand.
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Jul 26, 2007 21:39:12 GMT -5
Mine's just about finished, but after reading that, I'm glad I haven't posted it yet. I need to alter mine a bit so it fits in better. I'll send it to you soon, PJ.
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Post by PJ on Jul 29, 2007 2:41:55 GMT -5
Cybermystery's part. I'll post Linda's part a bit later.
Any new volunteers? Anyone?
Enjoy.
A Clone Mystery[/size]
Cybermystery sat in his classroom. The teacher had been droning on and on. He didn’t like her. Miss Terrano was boring as ever. She had a weird hairdo and a mole below her lip with one stray hair on it. He felt the urge to pluck it everytime she spoke.
“ What’s the answer?” She asked him, indicating to some drawing on the board. He hadn’t really been paying attention. All he heard her say was circumference.
667 was on his mind now. The really cool member deaths were all over the news. He didn’t know what was going on there because he hadn’t been on for a week. He would check soon. It was almost 3.
“ Uh, what was the question again?” he asked.
“ Have you been paying attention?” she asked. The hair on her mole was wobbling,
“ Yes, but I didn’t correctly hear the question.” He lied.
“ It was ‘ How many detentions will it take for you to pay attention?’.” She said with a sly look on her face. “ Do you have the answer?”
“ Um…” He didn’t know what to say now. Some witty remark would get him into more trouble for sure. Cybermystery usually was a good student. This class was so boring. Kids in his class started to giggle.
The bell rang. He was saved. Now he wouldn’t have to answer anything. Or so he thought. She approached him as he was leaving.
“ Oh, and by the way, you have a detention tomorrow. Bye-bye.” She smiled at him and went to her desk.
He seethed with anger right now. As he left the school and walked home, it increased. How could she be so cruel? He wished that he could make her wish she wasn’t so cruel. He wished he had a super power. Other had gotten them, why not he? He’d be able to shoot fire from his fingertips, or something, and he’d burn her weird hair right off. A sudden noise behind him alarmed him, and he spun around.
A total copy of himself was behind him. He saw this as weird as he did not have any siblings. Unless this was going to be some weird long-lost twin thing you would see on Oprah, he thought. The copy was just like him, but it seemed blank and dumb. He didn’t know what to do.
Cybermystery raised his hand and looked at the clone like he wanted it to raise its hand. It did. He didn’t know why the thing responded, whatever it was. He beckoned for it to come. It stayed there. Maybe if I try to force it to come. He tried pulling it, didn’t work. It wouldn’t budge at all. Come with me, he thought, please come. The copy responded and began to follow him. Can I multiply myself, he thought. He tried to do it. He imagined himself and four other clones behind him. Three more came into place.
Weird.
As Cybermystery walked down the street, he could see a figure flying toward him. The boy seemed to notice something weird because he decided to go down toward him. He stood up and faced Cybermystery.
“Hi, I’m Kyle.” He said. “Are you a quintuplet?”
“ Um….” Cybermystery paused. Was it better to hide his power? Probably not. “ I actually am not. These are clones of myself. Which I made.”
He thought the utterance of clones might unnerve this strange, flying boy.
Kyle nodded, unfazed. “What’s your name?” He asked.
“Cybermystery.” Responded CM.
Kyle took out a cell phone and dialed Pandora’s number.
Pandora was walking down the road, replaying Robert and Linda’s conversation in her head. Her cell phone rang and she looked at the caller ID. Kyle. She answered.
“Hello.”
“Hi, Pandora.”
“What’s up?” She could sense some excitement in his voice. Kyle was on patrol, looking out for suspicious activity, as well as new members to recruit.
“I’ve found another.”
“Who?”
“Cybermystery. He can clone himself. One moment.” He held the phone away.
“Does anyone else know about this?” Kyle asked the startled boy.
“Well…no. It happened just now.” He replied, bewildered.
“Then he’s even more valuable. We need some more people, and if no-one knows about him, they won’t see him coming. See if you can recruit him. “ She hung up, a smile playing across her face.
“Say, Cybermystery, are you interested in helping 667?”
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Post by PJ on Jul 30, 2007 8:59:52 GMT -5
Linda's bit's finally here. Sam's should be up next, though he's a bit erratic. We need some more writers....any takers?
The Vision
Linda was waiting at Tragedy's door. Robert had left her there after sending him a message that she needed to speak with him, and he had said he would be right out. But five minutes later, Linda was still standing there, waiting to be let in.
She knocked one more time. "Tragedy?" she called. "Tragedy, this is important. Can't you come out?" but there was still no answer. Linda sighed and leaned against the door, wishing momentarily that she could have had Robert's power instead. But this, she realized, was silly; after all, then she wouldn't have anything to report to Tragedy and therefore no reason to need his power.
Linda smiled wryly at this irony for a bit. Soon, the door opened, and Tragedy emerged. "You wanted to talk to me about something?" he asked, and she nodded.
"I've...seen something. Something important to the future of 667."
Tragedy glanced around and then motioned to Linda. "How about you tell me while we walk," he said, pushing open an outside door. Seeing her puzzled expression, he explained. "I don't entirely trust the privacy of this building, what with all the new powers popping up. We're less likely to be overheard if we keep moving." The two set off down a deserted street, and Linda began to explain what happened.
After walking up one block and down another, Linda had finished, and Tragedy was deep in thought, pondering what this could mean. Suddenly, Linda grabbed Tragedy by the shirt and shoved him to the side, yelling "Get out of the way!" A couple seconds later, a truck went careening past the spot that Tragedy had been.
Stunned, Tragedy stood there for a second. "I take it you knew that would happen, then?" Tragedy asked finally.
Linda scoffed. "Of course not. You think that just because I can see the future I've lost my ability to use my five senses?" She shook her head slowly and sadly. "Besides, the things I see are never so clearcut as that."
"I guess you're right," Tragedy said. "I'm still having trouble making sense of that latest prophecy. Maybe-" he stopped walking as he heard a sharp gasp behind him. Looking back. Linda was behind him, stock still, her eyes the widest he had ever seen them. "Linda?"
Linda did not hear him. Thoughts had begun to swirl around in her head like stormclouds, and she knew that this could only mean one thing - another prophecy was coming.
Images were flashing before her eyes. The man who was one, but also many. The girl with a secret obtained from the dead. Two armies clashing. A drunk man throwing himself off a rooftop. And then, a terrible image of someone she knew, someone hanging from a noose, their face pale and their eyes closed. The image grew larger until suddenly everything changed. She was somewhere. She watched the clouds swirl faster and faster, and then suddenly blow away to reveal...
...667, but not the 667 she knew. The sky was dark, the air smoky. And then it was filled with explosions and fire. People were screaming and running panic-stricken through the streets. Kyle was falling from the sky, clutching his shoulder, his face contorted in pain, while down below the street was littered with the bodies of n00bs. Dark creatures were lurking in the shadows, and the dead had arisen. Death and destruction and chaos lay all around, and everything was shaking unsteadily. And then, in the midst of it all, a monstrous beast appeared. An enormous, terrible being with two leering heads and many, many arms each of which held something strange, something that did not fit, something that had been stolen.The figure became larger and larger until it took up most of Linda's vision, and then it raised a bloodstained hand and pointed at Linda. “Chaos!” It screeched at her, and everything shook violently.
"Ahhhhhh!" Linda screamed, unable to handle it any more. She buried her face in her hands and began sobbing, only gradually becoming aware of her real surroundings. Eventually, she heard someone calling her name.
"Linda? Linda?" Linda looked up to see Tragedy standing before her, sparks flying from his fingertips and a worried look on his face. "What's going on? What did you see? I heard a terrible, terrible scream!"
"It's coming, Tragedy, something’s COMING! I’m not sure what it all means, but it’s something terrible, TERRIBLE, like something out of a nightmare…." Linda choked back a sob, remembering what she had seen.
"What's coming?"
Taking a deep breath, Linda began to recount what she had seen to Tragedy, who had wisely taken out a pad of paper and a pencil. By the time she had finished, she had mostly calmed down, and was actually starting to forget what it was she had seen, though the terrible foreboding feeling remained with her. Remembering something that had puzzled her earlier, she decided to Tragedy why he had taken so long to come out of his office.
"Oh, that. Well, I...that was nothing, really." Judging by his nervous countenance, though, Linda suspected that it was not nothing. As he shuffled about, a spark leapt from one hand and singed the papers he was holding, and he quickly smothered it before the papers could catch on fire and destroy the invaluable prophecy. "Don't let anyone tell you having lightning come from your fingertips is all good," he said. "The other day I nearly burnt up my favorite shirt. And taking a shower, now that is nerve-wracking." He cracked a grin.
Linda laughed politely, still a bit uneasy. She realized that whatever was going on, though, Tragedy probably had a good reason for it. He wasn't about to sabotage his own forum. She took Tragedy's papers into her own spark-free hands, and the two of them continued on, returning to the administrative building to file the prophecy.
It was starting to get dark as they approached the building, and Linda stifled a yawn as she handed the papers back to Tragedy. "I guess it's about time to get to bed, then," she said, waving goodbye. "I'll come back if I see any more-"
BANG. A gunshot rang through the evening air, and the color drained from Linda's face. The two of them looked at each other, and each spoke the same thing, though Linda spoke in a strangled whisper. The really cool member killings were ongoing, but this was something new, something different, something terrifying. "It's starting."
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Post by PJ on Aug 1, 2007 10:30:25 GMT -5
I figured I'd patch all the holes and throw everything onto track. Another three parter, the rest will be up in the following days. BSam's bit'll be after that, and after that, I haven't got anyone yet. Anyone interested?
Ripples – Part One
Robert
“There has to be something we’re missing!” Yelled Robert, frustrated. Before him on the table lay many pieces of paper, some with pictures of the victims, others with witness reports and police files. Libitina sat across from him.
“Losing your temper will hardly help. Let’s go over it all again.” She pushed a list forward. “These people, these 11 people – Dante, PJ, Antenora, Akbar, Kate, Ann, Shruti, BSam, Akbar, Pandora and Dismay – they are all beyond suspicion. J. read their minds, and they were clean.” Robert listened, silently, his head in his hands.
“We’ve looked at the deaths.” Libitina said, indicating some of the photos. “Most powers leave behind trails, we figured. Skeleton Key, perhaps, could use her power to kill, though she seemed pretty adamant about not being able to go through objects.”
“It’s telekinesis.” Robert breathed, still holding his head in his hands. “In all the comic books, telekinesis is a pretty common power,” he continued, “and this has all the hall-marks of it. J. was killed in a room that was locked, except for one window, which had no finger marks on it. No footprints. The killer floated through the window, and simply stopped her heart. The attack upon you also hints at telekinesis; what other power can break down a building?” Libitina sighed. It was obvious they had had this conversation many times. “There’s no proof. We have no idea what powers people have. Besides. No-one we know of has telekinesis!” She argued, crossly. “No-one that we know of!” came the exasperated reply, “Which is why this case is impossible; the killer could be any 667er. Any 667er without powers, at least.”
“Don’t give up on this now! Think about the motive! Someone who hates n00bs! There has to be someone!” Replied Libitina, angrily. “All the really cool member haters are on that list.” Replied Robert heatedly. “Not all…” Began Libitina, but then stopped.
Robert looked up at her. “You suspect me, don’t you?” He said, slowly. Libitina said nothing. “I guess it makes sense,” he continued, “you did walk in on me standing over J.’s corpse. Which would also have been a motive to kill you. And I am a known really cool member hater. And my power? Maybe I could simply stop someone’s heart by reaching into them. And perhaps I could topple a building; I can walk through walls, after all.”
Libitina was silent for a moment. “But you rescued me from beneath that building.” She said, quietly. “Maybe I was just did that so that you wouldn’t suspect me. So that none of you would suspect me.” He drew a gun from his pocket. “If I was the murderer, couldn’t I just shoot you now? Tragedy and Linda are out. I could hide your body away and claim you’d quit, or that you were hiding, invisible, for safety.”
Libitina stared at the gun. She did not move. After moment of thick tension, Robert pocketed the gun again. “But I’m not the murderer, so I won’t harm you.” Libitina’s eyes narrowed. “You’re not very nice.” She said, staring into his eyes. Robert managed a weak smile. “I’ve been told that.”
They both sat back, their minds once again on the case. Libitina shifted uncomfortably. “Do…do you think it’s possible the murderer could be possessed, or something? If that were the case, J. mightn’t have been able to read their memories properly.” Robert shook his head. “No…they’d have remembered it…” Suddenly his eyes widened. “What? What is it?” Libitina barked.
“PJ.” Robert said. Silence. “He also has mind powers…” “Is it possible that he tricked J. somehow?” Libitina asked, quietly. “It’s worth investigating.” The door banged open. Linda burst in. “It’s Gigi. She’s dead.” Libitina and Robert sprang to her feet. “She’s been shot.”
Akbar
He was getting better at stopping time. Some had noticed it happening; he was not sure why, but he figured it was because he was new to his abilities. Pockets of time, he figured, had resisted the stop, and had continued moving on, partly. He was not sure. But the problem seemed to have been fixed. Neither Skeleton Key nor Dismay had heard anyone speaking of new time-stops, and Akbar had only been using his power more and more.
His power was useful. Immensely useful. His workload he had dealt with, easily. He spent the hours of frozen time wandering 667, checking up on people. There was a murderer about, and he had several suspects in mind. He had also used it to gain entrance to Robert’s secret headquarters, and had attached a special link to the main computer, and had so gained access to all of Robert and Tragedy’s secret files.
What he found was highly interesting. The list of 667ers with superpowers had been helpful, as had Robert’s notes on the really cool member killer. Linda’s predictions were mostly bizarre, and Akbar couldn’t make head nor tales of them. But most interestingly of all, was that another person had put a link on the computer. This, above all, made Akbar wary. The police were not to be trusted; he was content to remain in the shadows for as long as he had to. Any information he gave them would be fed on to some hidden person; and where was the guarantee that this person wasn’t the murderer? No, he would remain hidden, and would move only if he could trap his opponent.
Pandora’s group was growing. They had Cybermystery (a good catch, in Akbar’s opinion, his power would prove useful), and he had heard that Shruti and James had also joined. James had pyrokinesis (fools and fire never mix well). As for Shruti? Akbar did not yet know what power she possessed. But he’d know soon enough. He’d set Dismay on it. She had joined their group as well, though Akbar had made her swear to not speak a word about Akbar, and to report back to him on the doings of the group.
Pandora. Tragedy. Akbar. All with their own people, all trying to do the same thing: capture the really cool member murderer. The Rogue.. 4 players to this deadly game, and all determined to win.
Skeleton Key burst into the office, looking quite ruffled and out of breath, as though she had just run a marathon. “Gigi…murdered…shot…gun….Tragedy…angry…Look outside!” She urged, and Akbar, bewildered, sprang over to the window and opened the curtains. Skeleton Key shrank back in the bright light, and Akbar’s eyes widened.
He gave a yelp as a thunderbolt seemed to strike the window. Lighting was blazing all across 667, sparking along the streets and dancing across the buildings. A sudden storm had hit 667, and it was only a prelude for what was to come. “Dear god.” Said Akbar, taking another step back. “Tragedy’s lost control.”
Akbar had miscalculated. There was a fifth player to this game.
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Post by Dismay on Aug 1, 2007 10:38:38 GMT -5
Woah! I loved all of the parts! They were amazing! Really well written!
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Post by Linda Rhaldeen on Aug 1, 2007 13:52:00 GMT -5
Wow, that was wonderful, PJ! I'll write again soon, I suppose, to help things out.
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