The city of Necrolas. Out of the six cities in Nehamack, it is the one where many people try to avoid. With more and more stories of people disappearing inside the city gates spreading each day, everyone tries to keep the city out of mind.

Crime in the city is the lowest of the country, due to these stories. A corrupt police force hands over anyone they catch to scientists, all too many killed during experimentation, while others are simply cast aside to die, too weak to survive for long.


Her eyes were hollow as she was strapped to the operating table. She was almost oblivious to the way the scientists sliced her open, injecting different chemicals into her body, then sewing her back up again.

"This specimen has exceeded all expectations. But we can't risk her escaping if the drugs wear off," one of the men in white coats whispered as a large man held her by her hair. Due to the drugs in her system, she couldn't feel a thing.

"There's canisters used to store poison gas. They're near enough impenetrable, combined with the prisoner jacket, she won't be going anywhere," a second white coat responded calmly, as though she couldn't hear a word.


Cody Granger was, by most definitions a thief. By law and the police, his current 'occupation' was criminal. Yet he saw himself as a Necrolas Robin Hood, stealing from storekeepers corrupted by the police and scientists to feed the less fortunate, who would otherwise starve or disappear.

As it was, he was running from police, his backpack filled with various foods. His age of sixteen gave him an advantage, as well as his supernatural abilities.

"Out run by a simple thief? How do you even have jobs if this is all you've got?" he mocked, his torn coat flapping in the breeze. His black hair was windswept, his light brown skin covered with dirt and sweat from living rough. His glasses somehow stayed over his brown eyes as he dodged gunshots, hot lead ripping new holes in his dark yellow hooded jacket.

"Surrender. You're not going to get away with this crime!" one officer yelled as the chase turned towards some alleyways. Grinning, Cody simply ran between the buildings, deliberately picking an alley with a dead end.

"Yeah, like you can catch me," Cody yawned, running halfway up the wall. At the peak of his run, he leapt to grab the edge of a building, flipping himself onto the roof, leaving the ground officers in the dust. He paused for a few seconds, catching his breath, before hearing the whining of police hover scooters.

"Again with this?" he sighed, starting his sprint across rooftops, dodging machine gunfire as he veered towards the end of the street, leaping as though to dive into the arms of waiting ground police.

"See ya!" he yelled down, grinning like a madman as he shot forward like a bullet, bursting into the sky without wings. His ability to fly without obvious signs of propulsion was unique. A telekinetic could fly, but that was through mind over matter. For Cody, flying was a simple as breathing.

With police hover scooters still on his tail, Cody climbed higher, possessing the advantage of being able to fly into the stratosphere with little effort, while the average hover scooter could barely reach the clouds.

Bursting out of a cloud bank, Cody stopped; certain he'd evaded the police again. Stretching, he looked at the evening sunshine, the sun starting to sink below the horizon. He enjoyed being able to fly this high, watching the world pass by underneath. Yet it was at times like that he felt lonely. No-one else could possibly join him this high.

"Man, the police are getting more aggressive. They don't usually open fire unless I'm actually flying to taunt them," he mumbled, thinking out loud before looking down again. The clouds had blown past, letting him see the police had given up on trying to catch him.

"Well, time to dive," he mentally whooped before letting himself drop, flipping round so he went down head first. He enjoyed the rush of adrenaline that ran through his veins during a dive, his tattered jacket, dark green shirt and jeans flapping in the wind. As the ground grew ever closer, his flight power kicked in as he righted himself, pulling up just inches from the hard concrete.

"Best one yet!" he whooped, soaring over buildings before landing on a roof overlooking one of the warehouses. Looking over the area, he noticed the group of white coats standing there. No-one seemed to be paying any attention in his general direction, so for curiosity's sake, he floated down and moved closer, his sneakered feet silent as he moved like a shadow.

"….sure this will contain her? If she breaks out, we could have a very major incident," one of the white coats exclaimed, talking in hushed tones.

"If the drugs wear off, the prison suit will hold her, and if she gets out of that, that container can take a bomb hitting it. She's not going anywhere," a second white coat reassured before the two of them walked off, no-one noticing the young thief in the shadows.

"A person's inside that thing? She must be powerful to have the white coats so worried," he mused, mulling the information in his head. Unlike many people in the country, Cody knew the reasoning behind the white coats' experiments. Attempts to turn human beings into living weapons, almost as though Necrolas was about to start a war.

"Rescue this girl or forget about this? Better to think about it while I take these goods to the Drop-off. Just hope I make the right choice," he mumbled, disappearing from view.

Emerging onto the main street, he walked quickly, pulling his hood up as he made his way to the poorer area of town, keeping his backpack close as he ran across open streets, only slowing down in alleyways.

"Hey, there's Cody!" a young boy, no older than six, shouted, attracting the attention of everyone in the Drop-off. Cody grinned, taking off his backpack and unzipping it, revealing the main pocket to be stuffed with food. Everyone lined up, waiting to get their fair share of the goods, letting the elderly, ill and weak go first.

"Reapers!" someone yelled, everyone sprinting back to their houses. Cody stood firm, fists clenched, ready for a fight.

"Jay, take the food to your house. Once I deal with this, have your mom and dad continue handing it out," he ordered, giving his bag to a young boy. With the kid safe, Cody turned to face the youths, hover an inch off the ground.

"Get lost freak, and give us the food!" the leader yelled, wielding an old pipe. The Reapers were a gang of youths, dedicated to taking the spoils Cody tried to give the people of the Drop-off.

"Fat chance losers. I'm in a hurry and really must be going. Now get lost," Cody ordered. One of the Reapers laughed, charging forward with a plank of wood, only to get knocked flying by bright yellow beams. The rest began to charge, only for the five of them to get sent flying by the same beams, their source being Cody's eyes.


As the leader opened his eyes, he knew Cody had vanished. Though he couldn't see anything past the loaded shotgun pointed into his face.


Standing outside the warehouse from earlier, Cody watched guard patrols wander past, loaded rifles on their backs and pistols in side holsters. Choosing his moment carefully, he leapt down to street level, lifting a man-hole cover and dropping into the sewers, all before a guard wandered into view.

"Entry and exit through sewer system. My most often used trick and yet the police don't catch on?" he mentally laughed, floating above the sewage while his eyes lit the gloom, casting an almost eerie light over everything. After five minutes of floating, he found his entry point.

"…So it's the middle container that has the girl?"one guard asked, walking over the man-hole cover inside the building.

"Yep. Don't think about opening it though. Doctor's orders," his companion sighed, both oblivious to the young thief's presence, even as he hit them both in the head with blinding yellow beams. Silently replacing the cover, Cody floated through the warehouse, keeping his eyes open for the container.

"Middle one. Means there should be an odd number of containers," he whispered to himself, peeking around a corner. He saw one guard standing in front of the middle container out of seven. A longer look revealed a handprint scanner on the container, as well as an alarm button near the guard's position.

Like a cobra, he kicked the guard's legs out at the knees, distracting the guard long enough to put himself between the button and the guard. The guard was quick to recover, bringing his rifle round to aim.

"Never fight a thief," Cody grinned, slamming a knee between the guard's legs, winding him. Ever being the comedian, he grabbed him into a headlock, giving him a nougie, before spinning the guard around, swinging his foot into the guard's rear. With the comedy beating over, Cody grabbed the guard's arm, putting the hand onto the scanner.

With the hissing of steam, the container opened out like a blooming flower, a faint white light emanating from the centre. Stepping back, Cody looked at the girl who'd been imprisoned inside.

Her dark hair was somewhere between brown and black, a stark contrast to the white, strait-jacket like outfit she was wearing. Her arms were pinned to her sides by black straps, a similar strap keeping a part of the jacket over her mouth. The outfit also had her legs strapped together, preventing any form of escape.

"Holy crap," Cody gasped, his wide eyes meeting the girl's emotionless ones. All time seemed to stop before an alarm blared. Cody glanced at the alarm button, seeing the guard had crawled over to it.

"Hold on," Cody shouted, flying at the girl and picking her up, immediately flying back to the sewer entrance as booted feet stamped through the warehouse. Lifting the metal disk with his foot, he jumped through, the lid's clatter muffled by guards running to find their missing prisoner.


The warm glow of an open fire lit the room of the abandoned home, casting a crimson glow over the two occupants. With narrow, tired eyes, Cody looked over at the girl. She was still unconscious, but he'd undone the straps that bound her.

"You must be really important to the white coats," he yawned, the day's events finally catching up to him. He lay down, his eyes slowly closing, until gunfire echoed like thunder.

"Damn it. If you're so powerful, we could really use another conduit," he mumbled, using the white coats name for someone with powers. Jumping up, he ran to the window, watching as the city's police opened fire, gunning down the innocent people of the Drop-off while the fortunate ran.

Without a sound, his eyes started glowing like twin stars, drawing attention to his position, before he unleashed all his anger into that single devastating attack, knocking officers flying or blinding them.

"Take that," he gasped, exhaustion taking over as he fell to his knees. Any officers still standing aimed up at him, only to aim at the roof as the cry of a raven exploded from there. Cody looked up, eyes widening in shock.

Standing there, perfectly balanced on a weather vane, was the girl her white outfit a stark contrast to the night sky. Her eyes were a dark blue, a burning ring of purple around the pupil. Behind her were the largest wings Cody had ever seen, the moon bringing out the purples and blues on the raven feathers.

Wordlessly, she jumped down, her hands glowing with purple fury, before blinding beams of black light tore through the air, a loud screech resonating through the night. Any police officer unaffected by Cody's strike was now on the ground, clutching ears and eyes, either blinded or deaf, while others clutched at bloodied wounds.

"Run," she whispered. Her voice was low, but the wind carried that single word, cutting the silence like a blade. It was darkly amusing, watching officers run, crawl and drag themselves away. With most of the gone, the girl turned to Cody, who had found comfort lying in a bush.

"A conduit huh?" Cody questioned, his heavy, tired breathing a sign of fatigue, while his grin was full of energy.

"You could say that. My name is Rachel Talwyn," the girl said, looking down at the tried thief.

"Cody Granger. Best thief in Necrolas and modern day Robin Hood," Cody chuckled, letting the girl sling his arm over her shoulder. As the two walked back into the abandoned building, the people of the Drop-off slowly started returning.


It was well into the afternoon, grey clouds covering the golden sun, threatening to burst over the city. A lone figure hid in the alleyway closest to the city gates, looking over the Nec-Tamo highway.

Her attire had changed. Instead of the white prisoner outfit, she now wore a dark red top under a dark brown jacket. Her jeans were blue and worn, several holes threatening to rip on her knees. Black combat boots were on her feet, not that she'd be using them much. Slits in the back of her shirt and jacket allowed her wings to easily unfurl.

"Did you take care of business?" Rachel asked as her black haired companion jumped down from the roof, landing silently.

"Yep. These people will survive without us here," Cody replied, already floating above the ground. "Shall we go?" he asked, a grin plastered over his face.

"To Tamola," Rachel nodded, her wings unfurling in a heartbeat. As Cody started to ascend, her mighty wings began flapping, lifting her in one swift beat, before the two fliers were truly airborne, enjoying the sensation of flight.