Surprise!!!

~Myriad~
** Absolutely on cloud nine. Lyeth and him had a good time, or what HE perceived as a good time. No sign of the GUARD b******s, a new hottie in the base, Spasm was getting tolerable. Life was good. Good enough to venture to The Mall, and even to his Arcade. His name still at the tops of all the older games. He waved to the owner who groaned when he saw him. A smirk over his face as he walked in further popping a quarter into the machine and started playing. One quarter. . . he'd get 2 free games as top-score, and once again have unlimited game play-access. Loop-holes were great. A few people there recognized him. Half interested in the game as he moved the joy-sticks and pressed a few buttons. Within a minute he was on level 5. This was too easy. **

~Rocky~
A smoke dangles from her lip as she carelessly wanders down the mall corridor......Well at least she wasn't on everyones hit list anymore, and it was once more safe for her to walk the streets, someone took care of that problem...once more she was free to run her usual scams..and her gang was getting back togather, or at least building back up...that was something...things weren't too bad....thre were still somethings that haunted her...like lost time, but that she could deal with...she just wasn't touching anything heavier than her smokes again...she stops just across form the arcade, looking over a leather jacket on display...wasn't too bad...maybe she'd snag some cash from somewhere and get it*

~Myriad~
** The pulsing lights, the neon signs, the techno music filtering through the speakers. The stale scent of popcorn and cotton-candy. Perhaps afterwards he'd "pick up" some threads to blend a bit more with this crowd. Sporting just jeans, his scruffy hair, a smoke dangling from his lip as he played. Black sneakers and a Kid Rock tee. It was about 2 weeks outdated. A few people gathered around him to watch his only talent. He warped through the levels like a hot knife through butter. Uttering. . . ** Child's play dudes, just sick. ** He continued while the crowd watched, he was totally in his element. Sighing, wishing he was back home. The //kids// here were getting a bit too young for his taste. Perhaps he'd have to pick up a new hobby with people his own age. Though he looked like he was still 16 or so, he turned 19 just a few months ago. He didn't understand it. .. still the same weight, height, everything. Nothing had changed. He sighed as he continued, looking around him at the crowd. A few girls moving in closer. . .he did have that sort of charm. He froze. His hands froze as he saw the entrance. Smoke trailed upwards stinging his eyes. A thousand emotions all at once. ~~ Run, Hide, She's Alive, it's not her. . . ~~ Removing his hands from the game as a few people blinked in question. Pushing through crowd a bit, moving towards her very slowly. He paused where she could see him. His hand moving to the smoke as the owner again yelled at him to not smoke in the arcade anymore. He ignored it, just stuttering. . . ** Wholy s***!

~Rocky~
*smoke swirls around her head as she takes a final drag and simply drops the butt on the linoleum, not even bothering to crush it out...it had been a long time since she had been here, but she remebered the layout, recognized a few security guards and was still pretty sure she knew the quick routes out, she turns to head up to the food court and pauses as she hears an all too familiar whiny little voice, she turns in his direction a sneer on her face* If it aint old xerox boy

~Myriad~
** His hands dropped to his pockets as he stared, the emotions flooded back. He pushed them aside and continued to stare. Watching every move she made carefully. It was possible she was taken by GUARD. . . back at this spot to get him. He choked a bit looking at her, not approaching anymore. Gild with a awful joke, he always hated her. . . or was it her. Simply her, back. . . Pushing these things back, the tightness in his throat, the smoke causing his eyes to sting and water. It was all pushed aside as he moved his hand deeper into his pocket. A swiss army knife wouldn't do much against her, except break. He let go, still unsure how to feel or react, tilting his head trying to be a bit more calm about things. Closing his eyes a bit as she spoke. It was her, or he'd have to kill Geoff later. ** What's up ? ** He blinked. He hadn't seen her in HOW long and all he could say was "What's Up?" !?!?!?! He choked a bit looking at her. A single motion removing his cigarette from his lips and taking a long drag. Debating what to say, what to do. He stood there shifting his weight, then finally moved slowly towards her, to envelop her in a huge hug. Sighing in relief saying lightly.** We all chalked you up for being dead dudette, that or worse. ** Letting go quickly and pushing aside his red hair, smirking a bit weakly. ** Should'a known you're too ornery to die.

~Rocky~
*arms cross her chest as she watches him, the smoke crossing in front of his face...were those tears? naaaaah, maybe he's upset because she is back...she looks up at the ceiling* ceiling tile? *an eyebrow raises as he moves towards her and.....hugs her?. ....a hug? was he actually hugging her?.........oh man...she missed the strange freak, and it was sorta cool to see him but....a hug?.......she tenses as his arms wrap around her and she allows contact for a few brief seconds before stepping away.....a slight dampness enters her own eyes as she steps away...it was nice to know she was missed....she actually had missed having his ugly mug around* nawwww deaths to good for me...heaven sure don't want me, and I'd cause way too much trouble for hell

~Myriad~
** Moving away from her, Mark scratched his head lightly. Looking around The Mall. Still not trusting her fully. He watched the people moving by, scanned them absently and looked back towards her. **Well since we like know you aren't dead and s* **e, Like where the hell have you been? ! Dude I don't wanna seem like a jonesin mom or nothin'but it's like DUDE . . .** Chuckling and looking back towards her again, nodding towards the direction of food-court #8 He didn't like being in the open like this. . . He wanted to be in a crowd. Somewhere else. Wanting to move slowly through The Mall, past the wave pool and such, unsure where to go after that. ** Seriously dude, people thought I was crazy, everyone figgered you for Dead or GUARD. . . **Turning around and glaring at her. ** You aren't GUARD are ya dude? Cause if so that'would be so messed up you know? And well it's not right man, but if you're back that's so SICK! Dude it 's like that time in that one movie you know? Except you're not Alicia Silverstone and s***e!

~Rocky~
*She shakes her head* You still running from that damn thing? Hell boy...get a life...things out there worse than this GUARD crap you freaks keep rattling on about...*she walks with him towards the food court* that damn prison and the warden..everyone hides down there like a bunch of ostriches...*she shakes her head* Hell no...I dont belong to noone 'cept the hawks

~Myriad~
Actually there isn't. Man you missed like so much dudette. Like I almost died, like TWICE because of those *ick-heads you know? It's like I'd rather hide than you know get caught. They cut you up man, disect you see how you work, it's frak-kay s***e man. . .** Adding a soft shudder, an honest one. ** I've seen some crazy crap. . . From Crack fiends, Heroin OD's, I lived near LA right, I totally seen people die, shot at, everything. . .nothing compares to the crap they do. Like I can't believe it dudette you're still pretending they like aren't there. . . I just want'cha safe ya 'know? But if yer safe where ya'are, then do what yer doin'. . .cause they keep findin'me. ** He sighed again pushing back his hair tossing his smoke in a planter they passed. Asking too sincerely. ** Dudette, you like need cash, like food clothes anythin'? I mean I don't have much but like a friend in need and all that.

~Rocky~
*an eyebrow raise* died? twice? *she looks you over * how? *..he looked healthy enough, mind you there could be scars and stuff underneath the shirt or something...she definatley had a few bullet and knife wounds that few had seen* only prob I ever had was with that big ugly guy that seemed intent on getting you...but we got rid of him easily enough....*She stops and slowly turns...as she reaches into her pocket, her gaze watching him intently as she pulls a smoke from a pack then lights it....silently she holds the pack towards him, then once more pockets it...her gaze never leaving him* are you serious? *...he actually offered to help her.....not that she needed it, and when she really did she wouldn't have asked...* if I remember correctly your the one that needs the help.... *she slaps him on the back and shakes her head* can't even lift a pack of smokes without getting caught

~Myriad~
Well see like I was at the state fair, and they like tried to kill me, and almost did. They offed a bunch of my clones like they were nothin'dude. I mean you know what it's like dude to see yourself like DIE?. . .A LOT? then they got me really sick with some sort of virus I think. . . . I was sick for months, almost died. . .was skinnier than I am now. . .ha. I got away, Sonic is still messed up, doin all sorts of drugs and crap. ** Snagging a smoke and placing it behind his ear in a single motion. He sighed and shook his head, until she slapped it. Tripping a bit, exaggerating his steps and chuckling. ** Hey! ** Reaching in his pocket and pulling out a small fold of bills. Handing them to her regardless what she would say. It wasn't that much, perhaps about 70 or so, but he gave it to her anyway. Taking it and nearly putting it into her hands. ** Dude I 'm not //THAT// bad am I? ** He sighed again looking towards the crowd. ** I mean dude, you taught me a few things. . .heh. . .

~Aimanter~
~~ Standing in The Mall's premiere boutique. Being waited on hand and foot, as it should be. The sales clerks fussing over every detail. Sighing, it was a hard life. Rolling her eyes as they brought out more clothes for her to try on. Shaking her head saying quite audibly, in a light french accent. ~~ No no no! Zut'alors! Are you all blind? ~~ Tossing the clothes away and folding her arms over her chest. Sighing again as her 'cel-phone'beeped. She smiled, a small smile as she actually //heard// the noise. The smile grew as she picked the device out of her purse and put it to her ear. Listening and nodding twice. Saying simply. ~~ I see, consider it done. . .yes, . .. yes. . . not the boy. ~~ She flipped up the phone and smiled towards the clerks. The blinked towards the clerks still holding up a few things to her. She simply scoffed a bit and said as she left. ~~ Charge them do my card, deliverer them to that address you see there. ~~ With that she was out in the crowd. Leaning over the railing as she gazed down towards the floor below. Her manservant close at hand. She smiled, her time off was precious. . . but business was business. Saying lightly. ~~ you may leave now Garcon. ~~ Even he didn't know what she did. . . simply followed her orders, as he did for her, and her father the French Ambassador. Moving along while Rocky and Mark walked, pacing them the floor above. The ultimate question, play with them before capturing the girl?~~

~Rocky~
*she chuckles* uhmmm, I offed one of your clones like it was nothing...they turn chicken and poof *hands wave randomly in the air....it actually bothered her, but you couldn't tell by her reaction..* a virus ...and it got just you? *she takes the roll of bills then tucks them back into his jacket * nawww keep em man....I've been living off the pickin's since I can remember * she holds up a wallet she just snagged off of a passerby..she sighs as she opens it u p* damn he's a plastic user *she pulls out a couple of fives then chuckles as she pulls out a string of obviously /very/ old condoms... don't think he's had any in a while *she looks back at him* Sonics gotten hooked *she shakes her head* not a good thing, not at all...I used to run stuff, only idiots actually do the heavy shit

~Aimanter~
~~ Deciding to toy with them first, it should be fun. Moving to her purse and withdrawing a bottle of carbonated Avian water. She removed the bottle cap, tossing it towards them. Having it hover then directly between the pair. Leaning, watching them as she took a long sip of her water. Pulling her ebony hair to one side waiting for a reaction. ~~

~Myriad~
** Mark blinked into the wallet and looked back at the man. ** Nah dude he won't be needing them. . . **Still insisting she take the money stopping right there and holding it out towards her. ** Dude you need it more than me. . . you know? Sides I can always get more . . .** He smirked and paused as. . . a bottle cap? A bottle cap hovered down towards them, motionless between them. Blinking at it, he poked at it and blinked again. ** Dude, what now you like make bottle caps appear? ** He looked at it again chucking again, as he felt his blood run cold. Ice pulsed through his veins. Slowly looking around as the bottle cap hung there, motionless. ** I . .. um dude, don't like this. . .

~Rocky~
forget it bud, I dont need to bust your nappy ass outta jail again.*she tosses the wallet and the condoms into the nearby garbage can then stares at the bottlecap* cool, how'd ya do that? *she blinks as he accuses her of it* It's gotta be one of your freaks from the lair *She looks up pretty sure she'll see someone hanging over and laughing at them*

~Aimanter~
Her hand still on the water-bottle as she waves with her fingers, as the pair look up. She smiles sweetly. ~~ Hello, Good-bye . . . ~~ She mouth's soundlessly as the bottle cap then starts shaking. Turning her back to the event, the sight of blood was a very disgusting one. Her attack, subtle, and effective. Moving towards the nearest escalator at a paced speed not rushing. Tossing the bottle half full in a garbage receptacle. ~~

~Myriad~
** Mark blinks looking upwards seeing an unfamiliar face. Tilting his head as she waves. Did he know her? He moves to wave back, questioning, until he sees her mouth those words. He blinks back to the bottle cap as it starts shaking, then suddenly, at a blinding speed shoots towards Rocky's abdomen. He blinks, too quick to scream, too quick to think. He blinked up towards her, looking at Rocky's face, and froze. ** s***e!

~Rocky~
*she sighs and shrugs as she sees the one wave from above* told ya..you freaks seem to be everywhere *she looks at Mark and catches his reaction, then quickly glances at the bottle cap as it speeds towards her * what the f.. ..?* she starts to move but not nearly quick enough as it slams into her....gouging a huge trail along her stomach as it deflects off her belly button ring* *instinctively her hands reach to her stomach, as she crumples to the ground, one coming back up covered in blood as she looks at Mark* oh shit!!!!!!! *She swear through a clenched jaw* That fuckin hurt

~Aimanter~
~~ Emme held the guardrail as she descended the escalator. Tossing her locks over her shoulder as she sighed, pausing looking at the CD store, she'd make a point to come back this way later on. Stopping near the wave pool, and watching the scene unfold. Tracing her fingers along the railing as she watched a few people in the pool below. They didn't need to float another bill for The Mall to be rebuilt, or she would simply rip out all the piling and wrap it around the girl. She moved again slowly, as the hearing aid went in and out. The drawback of the power. Reaching up and turning it off, subjecting herself to the silence. Too bad, she sincerely wanted to hear the girl scream again. Oh the RUNners would pay, for everything they've done. To her friend's to her family. She'd destroy them all. Watching too as they moved away and began to follow slowly. ~~

*~Myriad~
* Finally again he moved. Blinking, looking around again, then down. Moving then quickly, picking her bloodied form up and tugging on Rocky's arm, pulling her towards //anywhere.// Dragging her if he could, pushing his way through the crowd. The crowd stopped gasping, a few people ducking away. Seeing a shoe-store and just ducking in it. Pulling her through the aisles of shoes, past the sleeping clerk, and kids stealing. Looking around then looking towards her, at her belly, eyes wide. ** Dude! Are you dead?? I'll kill that b****! ** He growled looking back through the isles. . .ducking to look towards the front of the store, then look back towards Rocky. Moving towards here again, pulling off his shirt and handing it to her. He winced, there was so much blood. ** Dude, where is she? You like left a trail of your blood she'll find us. . .f*ck! ** He moved again slowly peeking towards the front, and then back to Rocky moving towards her again. He sighed, well at least there was no one really in this store, anyone who would CARE anyway. He hesitated. . .making a clone, then a nother. Sitting then afterwards. He hadn't used his powers since the fair, he was too scared. The clones blinked looking towards Rocky, and moved through the shoe store. One picking up a jacket form the mannequin, the other putting on an Adidas shirt before moving out to The Mall. He sighed looking back towards her. ** Dude you okay?

~Rocky~
*A wave of dizziness overcomes her as Mark half drags her towards the shoe store....*what the f*** just happened...*she looks down at the blood* oh man, I got shot again *Pain fills her voice as she looks around for something...anything to staunch the flow* man, doesn't that freak know the contracts been lifted...they aint getting nothing for me now*she accepts the shirt from him and presses it against her stomach..she fights the rising nasuea as she struggles to her feet, one hand reaching to pull down a pile of shirts above them....she had been around enough victims to know the basic survival of first aid..* gotta stop the blood *..but how..that was the weirdest damn shot pattern..she looks over at Mark..it actually taking her half a second to realize what he had even said then she chuckles and nods* Do I look okay?

~Aimanter~
Moving through the crowd she saw a small one around where they had been. She glanced over the scene, and smirked a bit. The people silent, moving through silence. So thick it clung to the way they moved. She slid through them following the droplets of blood, looking forward to the shoe-store just in time to see the two clones move out of it. Smirking, she moved again, slowly, casually towards the store. Pressing, pressing her powers further. She started at the entrance from about 12 yards away. Looking to the left and right, then into the store again. Picking up iron in the blood of people, the iron on the floor, beneath one, the other still moving. Her smile faded as she sat down on the bench still 12 yards away, and watched in the store for anything. Her smile broadened as she picked up a small knife in the pocket of the boy. Saying to herself. * * Tsk tsk, you shouldn't carry a knife. . .it's dangerous. ** With that, she dropped the knife up and out of the pocket, waiting to see if there was a reaction. . . moving again feeling the ring, the small posts in Rocky's belly. Her smile widened as she twisted it ever so slightly. . . a touch more. . .a touch more. . . ~~

~Myriad~
Dude it was a bottle cap . .. ** He tried to chuckle. ** The great Rocky got taken out by a bottle cap. . . ** His eyes moistened just that much, as he brushed them dry, the knife slid from his pocket without notice. Trying to help, moving slowly, a bit light headed as he tried pressing the shirt on her wound. ** See??! This is the s*ite I am talking about! They're twisted mother. . ** He stopped talking, as he kneeled more pressing. ** Turn into rock or something! ! You're going to like bleed to death dude! ** He said. Then again he tended to exaggerate. Pulling one of those shirts on saying lightly, mildly.** That was my favorite shirt. . .** He moved again, leaning towards her wound, his head just a bit fuzzy. It soon cleared. . . .His clones on the other hand were out in The Mall, one already up where that b!tch was, the other looking near the shoe store. Hands in his pockets as it looked, and found what it was looking for. Moving towards her slowly, behind her, watching. Mark sat, looking in the room, then saw the back door. Smirking, and pulling her to her feet, and moving towards it.**

~Rocky~
*She takes a breath as Mark presses on the wound, then bites down hard on her lip *OWWW FUCCCKKK! *She pushes him back and reaches for the ring.* damn things not helping any *she winces as she tries to pull it out and curses again* Its outta shape...won't move damnit* she once more presses a shirt against her stomach and looks around...she can't constantly hold it...she's gonna need her hands.....she looks at the shoes nearest her* DAMNIT why can't these things have laces *She grumbles as Mark pulls her to her feet put follows along, stumbling slightly*

~Aimanter~
~~ Watching and waiting as she again pulled harder at the belly-button ring. Pausing as her powers realized another metallic object to manipulate. Her grin widening as she at a blinding speed turned the gun towards Rocky's leg and fired it. Twice for good measure. In her silent world she saw people react, the store clerk run out of the shoe store, a few kids afterwards, the security in The Mall a few seconds later ran towards the store. The crowd scattered, and still she sat there, smile upon her face. Getting up slowly, as she turned her aid back on calling GUARD. In moments the message went through and the security was called off. No cops were alerted, nothing was done. The power of one call. ~~

~Myriad~
**This clones back up and around her, one on one side of the wave pull the other descending the escalator she descended minutes ago. Mark on the other hand was still trying to dress her wounds as he walked, **Turn to stone and stop the like bleeding dude!! ** He drug her letting go of her and pushing open the back door. No alarms went off, and that's when he heard the two shots. So quick in succession that they sounded as one. Pulling himself flat to the ground, reaching for Rocky, as well. It was so close, his ears rang as he covered his head. Hearing nothing for a long moment as his ears continued to ring, trying to scramble and pull her to the back room. **

~Rocky~
*her teeth clench in agony as she feels the ring slowly ripping form her flesh* I don't know how *she leans lightly on him, trying to keep her weight from crushing him* wha...*she feels the gun twist..thinking its starting to slip when suddenly it fires and her whole weight collapses heavily on Mark as two direct shots penetrate her upper thigh* ARRRGGGGHHHHH *she tries to roll away from him as she desperately scrambles to grab the gun now pressing hotly against her flesh* who or what the fuck is trying to kill me *as she grabs the gun she throws it away from herself *

~Aimanter~
~~ Moving then towards the Shoe Store peeking in, looking at the blood trail. Her aid off again, not hearing any screams, nothing. ~~ Come out Come out wherever you are. I just want the girl. . . Give her to me, and she will be quite safe. . . ~~ Looking down one aisle. Pausing as she went along. ~~ If you continue to do this I might have to kill her, I wouldn't want that. . . You don't want that do you? ~~ Not expecting a response. She looked down the next aisle and kept looking. ~~

~Myriad~
** The clones backed in, watching the crowd run by, nodding to each other as they closed in on the Shoe Store. At the entrance as Emme walked along the aisles staring down each and every one. ** That bitch is like so Dead Dude. . . .** The other one nodded in a whisper. ** Dude I know. ** Mark on the other hand, finally registered those were shots too close to him. Turning, and gasping as she threw the gun. Backing up a bit, her whole weight on him. ** I dunno! What do you do to turn rock? Clap three times. . . ANYTHING, you're gonna die! It's just like those twisted mother fucks DUDE, ** Finally managing to drag her against him. He looked up as he heard the girl. Narrowing his eyes as he dragged harder again, He'd be too weak to do anything effectively. In an instant he saw his clones nearing her. Pushing the metal door to the back room shut as he continued to drag. Looking then there, the back hallway for another way out. Resting her then against the wall as he made another clone, just one more to help himself carry her a bit better. He felt his strength drain as it appeared, Slowly it came back, his light headedness wore away quicker this time as the clone helped Rocky up. ** Hey Dude, why don't you turn to rock? . . . ** Mark blinked. ** DUDE that's just what I said HEEllo!

~Static~
*teleports in and seems very disorintated by the whole process. *

~Rocky~
I dunno *..and she didn't...its not really just anything she conciously did...its just she felt coming on and when she needed it she sorta encouraged it....she never made the connection between anger and the stone *She takes as much weight off of him as she can, then almost with will power alone she pushes herself away from him, and leans up against a wall* get the hell out of here *A pale face looks up at him, tears of pain swimming in her eyes* Go.....you can't fight worth shit...and I aint bailing your ass out again *never mind that its her ass on the line here* besides *she nods at the clone* they're draining you and ya weren't looking too hot to begin with...

~Static~
*confused and bewildered by what's going on. Readies self by pulling up defensive shielding and looking around for those in need* Is anyone hurt? Does anyone need medical assistance???

~Myriad~
Fuck you! Can't fight worth a shit, I just saved your ass dude! ** His clone and him chimed in at the same time, then both looked at eachother. ** Don't like talk to her that way. . .** Mark glared at his clone who still was helping carry her off. ** Thanks for your concern dudette, ** Mark managed a smile. ** Look at ya'cryin'like a baby, you're leaking every where. . ** Pulling her then, both with all their strength. The clones on the other hand were surprised at the sudden appearance of another one. Looking at each other one lunged towards Static, while the other moved towards Emme. Mark, in the back-hallways at this point looked towards her, a bit offended at her lack of confidence. Saying then spitefully. ** Look . . "Chelle" I might no like be the best fighter in the world, but I am not letting THEM get you dudette. .

~Aimanter~
~~ She blinked at the movement behind her. . .tendrils of her power snaking through the building as she turned. Grasping a a hold of piping, wiring, everything, anything. Blinking as there was a clone lunging at her, the other towards another person . ** Zut Alors! Move you stupid person! Now. . . ** With that, she stood ripping the piping up from the ground, stopping her attacker, looking towards the other clone approaching the other man. The pipes, like quicksilver, wrapping around the clone's neck. A few pops, as the vertebrae were cleanly snapped and his body simply tossed to the ground. **

~Rocky~
That wasn't fighting...that was running *she looks at Mark and his clone and would actualy chuckle if it didn't hurt *Just get the fuck outta here *Growled words through gritted teeth as she shrugs off the helping hands* You'll be the one leaking if you don't run...now *She roughly pushes him away as he tries to pull her, the hint of fire blazing in her eyes* Don't call me that ...now grab your damn photocopies and get the hell outta here while you can...noones, gonna get me

~Static~
*jumps backwards as the clone lunges towards him* Whoa!! Whoa!!! Whoa!!!! *spies a few bodies strewn around mangled and broken. They aren't moving. Static's eyes grow wide and his jaw drops. He starts to shake his head in disbelief and stares at everyone else that's vertical.* Whuh...Whuh...wha...........*stammering* What's.....Why.....Who killed these people??!??!?!?!?!

~Myriad~
** Blinking at her, and grabbing her regardless, ** Fuck off. . . "Chelle" ** He said again to spite her more. . . ** I am saving your ass wether you LIKE it or not dude. Like what is your dammage? MAN, I am trying to save you and like you heard what the bitch said dude **Mocking the French accent ** Jus'leave 'da girl 'wid me. . . Fuck no dude, you are my friend and I ain't like letting you die twice dudette. . . and why the hell can't I call you Chelle? You're DYING I don't like think it will matter in like 2 mintes when she's like gonna get her hands on you and junk. ** His clone moved to her again, and tried pulling her up again. ** Dude listen to him, he's like sooo right . . .