Alex Demium, New York City
Alex leaned over, buckling his seatbelt a little too late as the taxi driver pulled off of the curve and sped up into traffic, weaving in and out of the other cars. This couldn't be legal. Eventually, the roller coaster-like taxi ride stopped and Alex handed the driver a wad of ones, then stumbled out of the cab, muttering to himself, "Never again."
Alex glanced down at the paper in his hands; this was the address he had been given. Sirus was supposed to be meeting this man, Walter Albertson. Alex stepped up to the door and knocked, and to his astonishment the door slid open gently. It wasn't even locked.
As Alex took his first steps into the apartment he felt a chill down his spine and knew something was wrong. "Hello, Mr. Albertson?" He called, hand searching the wall for the light switch. But when he flicked them on, nothing happened. Instead, Alex held up his hand, and in his palm a small glowing orb began to form. Alex focused and in one bright flash he illuminated the entire apartment.
"Holy—" Alex covered his mouth, both trying to resist the urge to scream and holding back vomit. Walter Albertson was lying on the floor, skin cut up like ribbons and his face staring up at the ceiling in horror, his eyes white, as if the pupils had been burned away.
Sirus stepped out of the back door of the apartment as the front door swung open and voice called out, "Mr. Albertson?" He paused, almost tempted to turn around and walk back into the house....the voice was so familiar. But then the distant sound of police sirens brought him back to reality.
He looked down at the red stains on his hands and in a gesture of guilt he shoved them deep into his pockets and started walking down the alley way. Once he reached the end of straight away he stepped into a shadow and vanished instantly from sight.
Alex picked up the phone and dialed the police. He gave the address and reported the murder. But as soon as he was finished he stepped out of the apartment through the back door so he wouldn't attract any attention.
For a moment, Alex caught a flicker of something the darkness, but he blinked his eyes a few times and shook his head, taking off in the opposite direction. He needed to stay focused, and being taken in for questioning by the police would put a wrench in his mission.
Remembering his unpleasant taxi experience, Alex climbed aboard a bus, paying the tax and taking a seat in the front. His only lead had fallen through, and now he was back to scratch.
Daniel Thomas, Primatech Facility
Daniel walked in the doors of Primatech and took in the air. He enjoyed his job. He couldn't help but think about his son. He looked at a photo and quickly shot out the door.
As Daniel left the Primatech Facility he looked for people on either side. As he saw no one he ran round the back of the building and flew away. At this moment he had no idea where he was going or what he was going to do; all he knew is that he needed to find his son.
Maxie Thomas, New York
Maxie was walking down the street and noticed a puddle. Wanting some fun, Maxie walked up to the puddle and put his hand on it till it froze over completely. Unfortunately he applied too much pressure and cracked all the pavement slabs.
Realizing what he had done he got on his skate board and started to ride away. "I'm getting a lot more powerful," he muttered to himself.
Maxie was still learning things about his powers. He had no idea what his powers could do and had no idea how much harm he could do. He was scared by them and thought he was a threat to society.
He was skating down the street to get to the park and after went to lie down. It was a nice day so the sun was shining down.
Soon after there was a human shaped figure blocking it. Not knowing what it was and not being able to see he whipped out his phone and took a picture.
Daniel was in front of the sun knowing his son wouldn't be able to make out who he is. After a picture was taken he flew away.
Landing back outside Primatech he said to himself. "God that was close".
Rose Doppler, Rose's Apartment
Rose sat up again, and turned off her radio. She grabbed her sunglasses again and left her apartment, slamming the door behind her. She walked back down the hallway to the stairs with her hand against the wall. She put her hand on the railing and went down the stairs. She stopped once she got there and sighed. "What does a bored blind girl do in New York City?" she asked herself kiddingly. She sat at the bottom of the stairs, thinking.
Maxie Thomas, Student Apartments, New York
Maxie lived in a student apartment with three other students. The apartment had two bedrooms, a basic living area, a basic kitchen and a bathroom. As Maxie got in, John, the boy he shared a room with, ran up to him and said, "Maxie, this came for you." He handed Maxie a letter and waited to see what it said. Maxie opened the letter an read it. It simply said RUN!. Maxie read it out loud. "Run?" he said. Suddenly he heard a crash. He ran to the window and saw a car with a man in a black suit getting out and walking up the steps to them. "John RUN!" Maxie said, climbing out the window and landing in a skip. "Maxie wait up!" John said. "What's going on?".
Maxie looked at his friend and said, "That man's after me."
"But why?" John replied.
"He works for a company that rounds up special people."
"What do you mean 'special'?"
"Down here!" Maxie said running down an alley. "Ok, I'll show you—but you can't tell anyone."
"I won't," John said out of breath.
"I can freeze things," Maxie said.
"Yea right."
"No, I can," Maxie replied. "I'll show you". Maxie grabbed a trash can and froze it till it shattered into loads of pieces. "You see?"
"Oh god," John said, "you're like a superhero."
"Not quite" Maxie chuckled.
Rose Doppler, Central Park, New York
Rose had found her way to Central Park, one of her favorite places. She felt as if she had nothing to fear there. She walked around. She got a glance of a woman getting up from a bench only thirteen steps ahead of her. She went thirteen steps and heard a woman get up. "Excuse me..." she mumbled as the woman brushed her shoulder. She moved forward to the bench until she hit it with her knee. She turned and sat down quietly. She listened to the wind, the birds, the people. She let how a heavenly sigh, "Central Park...so....so....peaceful." She mumbled to herself.
She heard a little girl laughing and a mother with her. "Mommy! Mommy!" She heard the little girl's footsteps running until they stopped, followed by a mothers groan. She had picked up her child. "I love you mommy."
Rose watched in her mind as a mother held her child tight as they hugged in Central Park. The mother kissed the daughter's forehead and told her she loved her too.
"I love you too, sweetie." She heard the smacking of lips. "Time to go home. Daddy's waiting!"
"YAY!" the little girl laughed. Rose sighed as their footsteps faded. She felt something cold and wet run down her face. Her hand met her face and she tried to wipe it away, but it just kept coming. She just sat there crying and thinking of her mother.
Maxie Thomas, New York
Maxie and John sat on a bench in Central Park. "What are we gonna do, Maxie?" John said.
"Well I guess we could just get jobs and rent out a new apartment," he said, looking at the floor. "I guess running is all I can do."
"What do you mean 'I'? You've gotten me into this so I can't go back," John said.
"NO!" Maxie shouted. "It's too dangerous for you."
"Maxie, I don't have anywhere to go—they destroyed our house," John said putting his head in his hands.
"Ok, fine then," Maxie said. "I'll let you come with me. Get the paper and we will look for jobs."
Rose Doppler, New York
Rose had made her way out of Central Park. She was back at the apartment.
She placed her hand on the railing and went back up the stairs until she felt a nail sticking out of the railing. "My floor." She walked down a small hallway, feeling the doors. She came to one with brail on it. She pushed up on the door and turned the knob to the left, then swiftly to the right and held it, then let it go. She pushed the door a little bit and it opened. She walked in and felt for the door. She slammed it hard behind her. She walked in and just fell to the floor. She laid there, reached up on her bed and grabbed a pillow and removed her sunglasses. She placed the pillow softly on her face and screamed, "AHHHH! WHY? WHY WHY WHY???" She removed the pillow and just laid there crying.
Rose sighed and sat up. She saw herself moving over to her desk and clicking her radio and turning it three times to her favorite channel. She moved over to her desk and did just that. She turned it up loud and laid back on her floor throwing her pillow back on her bed. She sighed and replayed memories of her and her mother in her head.