[h2]Lucky Newman[/h2]

One would of never have known that there was trouble or people on the run. But then such things were never big news, the only thing that made the new was if a family protected those that would of been other wise on the run. The street looked like any other that would be in a city, it needed some work but it was okay. There was very little going on and one would assume that everyone was in their backyards having a barbecue, and having a few drinks with friends and family. Yes it was that kind of lovely late spring day, warm, blue skies, and not a cloud to be seen. Everything was perfect.
Screams rang out from a small but neat house (house 312), the street was no longer peaceful. People came out to see what was happening as screams like that meant that something was seriously wrong. The people already out on the their front yards watched as a young girl stumbled out of house 312, she was crying and looked like she was trying to get away. A shot rang out and the girl fell to the ground clutching her leg, those watching saw a large man stand in the front door of house 312 with a shot gun in his hands. The barrel of the gun smoking.
"Please Daddy!.......  I... I'm your daughter! Pl... please!" The girl cried out as she held out one of her hands as if that would stop her father. Those close enough could see that the girls once blue eyes was mismatched with a black one. She was a Gifted.
"You are no longer my daughter! You are a monster!" The man yelled as he reloaded his gun and walked down the front steps. The girls mother was in the door way now, tears streaming down her face but she did not try to stop her husband.
"DADDY!..... I sw... swear my...my... my gift isn't dangerous!" The girl cried through heavy tears as she tried to talk her father out of killing her. 
"How can I be sure? .... No, it's better this way." He said as he raised his gun to take aim. 
"NO!" the girl held up her hands as if that could stop the oncoming led. Another shot rang through the air and the girl fell back, her body lifeless.

Lucky felt his stomach turn at what he just witnessed, but he knew this happened more than people cared to admit. He was lucky enough just to have parents that sent Hunters after him, and not out right kill him. He stood on the sidewalk a little longer, his eyes unable to leave the dead girl. Only the sounds of sirens pulled him away from the scene in front of him, he knew that those sirens would bring Hunters so he had to leave. He turned slowly and walked back the way he came, if he came across anyone he could make them forget him and he could safely keep walking. It was only when large groups of people saw him that it got complicated. 
He pulled his hood of his sweater up on his head to keep people from seeing his eyes, though he knew that wearing a hoodie usually caused people to look at you. As they wanted to see if you were a Gifted, and if you were, you better be marked in some way by your master. He ran into a few enslaved Gifted, they usually looked scared, worn or just plain beaten. It was no life for anyone, he knew that the Regulars had every right to do what ever they wanted to their Gifted. 

Lucky shook his head, he had to have a clear mind in order to survive, being lost in thought could get you killed or worse. He looked about himself and took note of his surroundings, he was downtown. There were a few people walking and enjoying the beautiful day and doing some shopping, he had to do some shopping though his shopping was stealing. He walked into a corner store and grabbed a few things then walked up to the cashier who had been watching him. "Forget." Lucky said lowly as he looked the cashier in the eyes. The cashier got a dazed look come over her face and Lucky knew that he had about a minute to get out of there. He walked quickly, though he had no idea where he was going he simply let his feet take him.

He walked to the other side of the city to an abandoned train station, it was in use before the fast rail came. "Nice choice feet." He joked as he smirked. He went into the station to see what was in the old building before going out to the tracks where there were many abandoned train cars. He opened one of the cars, looked around to make sure that he was alone before jumping in. He closed the door but left it open just enough that he could see the station house. He knew that he had to be careful as Hunters occasionally checked abounded places.


(OOC: I will put Kithra up later.)