[b]Jace Williams - Atlanta, Georgia - Shit gets Real[/b]

Jace was enjoying the latest development in Scandal. Personally he was a big fan of President Fitz, and Olivia's relationship, it was never a dull moment in the show.

"Damn this shit like crack." Jace decided to leave Netflix, he was done binge-watching the series, and in the mood for some food. He didn't want to go out and buy food not here not with his face all over the news. So he decided to get to cooking, and ended up cooking up some lemon pepper wings while listening to J. Cole, Kendrick Lamar, and 2Pac. He was in the mood for some lyrical stuff to really make him think and evaluate everything that was going on his life.

"Damn Devon..I wish you could see me now bruh..the way I'm living, the shit I can do, I swear we'd be running shit, man, fucking kingpins." He didn't have what it took to be a major drug dealer himself, nor did he want that lifestyle but he'd help his brother get whatever he wanted if he was still around. Still he ended up going inside to turn on the news when he saw a caption that caused him to raise an eyebrow. "The Super Thug's Girlfriend makes  an announcement."

He watched the video Jane put together with shock. "Damn she's hot... I mean..fuck..though..she's fucking crazy..holy shit." Jace couldn't believe  he watched the people screaming and burning then exploding. He wondered what kind of power she had to do something, the people were literally cooked alive. Perhaps some type of power over the temperature or fire either way she was dangerous and she wanted to meet him. Despite how attractive he found her, partially because of the Harley Quinn costume, he was pissed that this ...fan of his was killing people to get his attention.

Then he paused maybe this was a sign a chance for redemption, this was what he needed to do. If this girl's infatuation with his crimes was leading her to kill for attention then perhaps he needed to find her and stop her. He had no gripes with killing Officer Lauren, his probation officer, Ebony, and a slew of drug dealers and police officers. Although he did regret it..he felt he was somewhat justified all of them were awful people in their own right, the fact that he let the judge live wasn't just because of his guilt but because he couldn't really justify killing the man for simply doing his job.

"If I made this bitch I gotta slay her..at least if I can before Monday if not then fuck it the city's on it's own not like Atlanta's eve done shit for me." Really he honestly didn't know how he would track this woman down, and he wondered if she believed the rumors that Jace Williams was associated with the "Super Thug". "Fuck it." Just as he was about to turn the news on he saw something even worst then the situation with this sociopathic killer his sister getting booked for the murder of 20+ innocent people in a mass shooting." Tamara no!"

"NO!!!" He was trying to figure this out it didn't make any sense, his whole world was turned upside down. He didn't believe Tamara did it, and he wasn't going to allow the police to just handle his sister like this. Something had to be going on, then a thought flashed in his head. During his fight with Luke yesterday, his power had allowed him to mess with his head. [i]Luke wouldn't do anything to her I mean..damn it...damn it![/i]

Jace suddenly forget about going after Jane, fuck Atlanta, fuck all of Georgia, fuck the United States. He'd already lost one brother to violence and another to the legal system, he was getting Tamara out of jail by force, and they could leave today for all he cared but the police weren't going to take his life apart anymore. He raced down the steps to his car, and pulled out the parking lot in a rage he had to get to the precinct and get Tamara out.


[b]Hector Ramirez - Atlanta, Georgia - The Alcoholic's Humble Abode[/b] 

"aah this is the shit" Hector cracked open another can of bud light and started downing the contents. It was the morning and he was already on his fifth beer, he liked to start off the day a little heavy, then ease into it then really start drinking at night. It was a perfect routine, he was watching Olympus has fallen, with some light jazz music playing in the back-ground.

At first he was depressed when Evi left him, both of his daughters were dead, and he took full responsibility. He always tended to wonder what would happen had he acted differently, if he hadn't been an alcoholic. He thought about everything he'd learned in Alcoholics Anonymous, everything he could have done had he lived differently.

Still nothing would have prepared him for the last three weeks. He thought his years of drinking were starting to catch up to him. It started with painful head ache's and brief flashes of lights which evolved into images accompanied with voices. He found the more he drank the easier they were to deal with.

He'd been to the doctor, and they suggested he see a therapist. But then it got worst, or rather better. He would have visions of sorts of various things, sometimes related to him, sometimes to other people. He had no idea what they meant but over the weeks he was beginning to find out, at first he was in disbelief it was impossible for anyone to see the future. But he'd come to accept that reality, and learn it wasn't anything to do with alcohol delirium.

He was also coming to the terms with the facts that he had to do something about his visions if they were real. The first thing he did was he ended up making the news when he found and rescued two girls who'd been kidnapped two years ago by a vicious predator. He'd broken into the man's house, assaulted him, and freed the girls. He made the papers as a local hero, and for the first time in a long time he had a celebratory feeling as he downed his fifth of Vodka.  It had given him a rush, a feeling of happiness he hadn't had in a long time. Still other then that no other visions had come that really made sense until one. It was so graphic and so tragic he had to act on it, even if he felt disgusted.

Which brought him to the present as he was cracking up another beer." Alright..you sure you don't want a drink, I mean after the shit you've been through." He inquired as he sipped some of his beer.

A woman could be seen with a solemn look on her face, and shaking as if life itself had frightened her. "N..not beer I don't drink that I want something strong..really strong."

"Alright Andrea, you deserve it if anybody, after the shit that happened to you." Harry put down his beer and got up going to his fridge to retrieve his bottle of Ciroc. He poured up a heavy cup before filling it with lemonade and cheer coke and bringing it to her. She instantly accepted the cup and downed a good portion of it as if the elixir of life.

"Thank you...thank you so much Hector..I ..thank you" Andrea barely had any words to say, today she was talking more then she had in a while since he got her, he couldn't believe what he did, but now he knew he couldn't ignore another vision.

[i]Harry was driving the opposite way. He couldn't believe he stopped his drinking to go out to an old graveyard this was crazy. Sure his visions were true, but perhaps this was one wasn't. He was fighting the urge to go home and have some more Captain Morgan when he decided fuck it if a person was in this predicament he had to help them. He went to his trunk popped the shovel, and got to digging. It wasn't long until he came across fresh dirt, and opening the coffin he found a woman gasping for breath, covered in insects, and literal shit. She screamed for help, and almost attacked Hector yelling "JACE PLEASE JACE PLEASE!!!!" Finally he calmed her down, and got her out of the grave.

He didn't even bother to re-bury it Andrea was shaking with fear thinking that this Jace guy was watching or that he might come back. Hector was inclined to put a few bullets into his brain any man that could do that to someone, but she claimed that bullets didn't work on this man. ""Don't worry let's go..come to my house I'll get you cleaned up."[/i]

"You don't gotta thank me, if this bastard is the one that's out here killing police officers, and whoever else then he needs to be stopped. Fuck it if bullets, blades, and fists can't stop him, there's gotta be something that can right? ."

"I..I..need to go forward, talk to the cops, tell them..I..I.'m alive he killed my husband, he killed Laren, her husband, the kid, her neighbor April..so many others.." Andrea was about to burst into tears. Everyday she was crying, she didn't want to drink but at this point he felt a intoxication was better for her. 

"NO! That's wrong, if this guy is as strong as you said he is, and wants to get "revenge" for the law putting him in his place, that's the last thing you need to do, next time he'll finish the job. He buried you alive, listen Jace Williams right, I can't say I've ever come up against a bullet proof man, but like I said I've got a power of my own I.."

"A power?! You can see the future, what's that gonna do against him, if you go up against him you won't have a future to see! Hector...if anyone should go it's me..I have nothing left, the world has to know who this fucker is, he took EVERYTHING from me" She was speaking mroe confidentally with the liqour in her system and she downed some more of the mixed Ciroc beverage as she started to cry." He took everything, he's a monster..."

Hector sighed he was trying to put on a brave act, but he'd seen the violent footage on TV. "Look we'll find a way to stop him let's just..do something else fuck Andrea I need a drink myself." Hector sighed it had been a long time since he had a woman in the houes and he wished it was under better circumstances. He decided to turn on the news where they were talking about the destruction of the hospital, he didn't enjoy watching the news any more but Andrea insisted. Ever since her encounter with Jace she was obsessed with keeping up with the current events about super-humans.

He made his way into the kitchen and got the Ciroc chugging out of the bottle then grimacing then making his own mixed drink albeit much stronger then the one he served Andrea. "Holy SHIT!!! HECTOR!"

Hector came rushing into the kitchen wondering what Andrea had seen and saw the headlines." Super Thug's girlfriend speaks." He settled down on the couch vodka drink in his left hand beer in his right and he ended up drinking both at the same time as he watched the disturbing video...and just took the remote turning off the TV. "Stop..I can't watch this shit...I can't...damn it... damn it I have visions about other stuff..but not them...if I knew how to force these visions I could find these motherfuckers before this stuff happened, before they did this stuff to people...there so powerful...yet I can't control my shit..fuck......" Trutfully seeing Heather die reminded him of his own daughter and her tragic event and tears began to come down his eyes." THese people are monsters." Hector just wanted them to be stopped, someone had to do something about them. What Andrea had went through was horrific, and he was upset to think he almost didn't intervene.

This time it was Andrea who reached out to Hector putting a hand on his shoulder." Y..Y..You can, all of you people aren't bad, your good Hector, you can get better, and even if you can't stop them..there's bound to be more of these people with powers who aren't fucked in the head, someone like you, you can find them, stop Jace, stop this fucking bitch, stop all of them, show the world..that some of you can do good..trust me..it dosen't matter what anyone thinks Hector...I know what you've told me your story, but none of that matters, if it wasn't for you I'd have died of starvation in a coffin covered in shit and bugs...there's no words that I can ever say to show the full extent of my gratitude, your a hero to me....some how we can figure this shit out..somehow." Andrea couldn't believe she was the one talking now, alcohol was a hell of a drug and she needed a-lot of it after what Jace did to her to function.