[center][h2][color=firebrick]DeMarcus[/color] and [color=cyan]Parker[/color] Blake[/h2][/center]
[center]Location: Police Station
Interacting With: Cops / Angry Mob[/center][hr]

DeMarcus watched as Elijah tended to the girl, Lynette, if he was correct. He turned to walk out of the room as the man asked for a first aid kit. As soon as he stepped out, however, he heard the banging against the station door. He heard the voices, too - Angry voices. He saw that Lorrie was looking in the same direction, worry on her face. [color=Firebrick]"Sheriff!"[/color] He shouted. [color=firebrick]"You might wanna get in here!"[/color] The man walked towards the door as Deputy McFarland ran to it. He opened the doors and exposed DeMarcus' ears to the cacophony of voices that came from the mob of people outside the station. He decided to hang back inside as McFarland exited the building. 

[b]"SEND OUT THE FREAKS!"[/b] Several of the crowd members yelled, mainly the ones on the front line of the mob. 

[b]"You folks need to get back, or we will have to enforce the law!"[/b] McFarland yelled, his hand hovering near the revolver the was belted to his waist. [b]"You can address us in a civilized manner!"[/b] Someone in the front of the crowd turned and waved for people to calm down, and after a moment, the mob of voices died and let silence hang over the area. [b]"Now, what in tarnation do you people want?!"[/b]

[b]"We seen you boys draggin' Elijah Craigh and them other folks in the back of yer' cars!"[/b] An old man, about two feet shorter than DeMarcus, said. [b]"We know them's a bunch'a powered freaks like rumors been talkin'!"[/b]

[b]"I don't know what you want, but these folks are under police custody!"[/b] McFarland retorted. 

[b]"We went them freaks out here so we can deal with them ourselves and protect this town!"[/b]
[b]"YEAH!!"[/b] The crowd joined together to cheer.

With a new anger, DeMarcus marched past McFarland and stepped closer to the crowd. By far the largest person in present company, his advance made the frontline of the crowd scurry backwards, startled and slightly frightened. [color=firebrick]"Protect the town!?"[/color] He exclaimed, a bewildered look plastered across his face. [color=firebrick]"You folks are the ones mobbin' in front of the police station! [i]You're[/i] the only danger!"[/color] He shook his head in disbelief. [color=firebrick]"I ain't done a thing to earn your fear! We're good people, all of us! What have we done to frighten you people?!"[/color]

A man stepped from the crowd, the sight of whom put a sick feeling in DeMarcus' stomach - Jacob Maclinton. [b]"We ain't scared'a you, Blake!"[/b] Maclinton declared in a thick southern drawl. He reeked of tobacco and his disgusting overalls were stained with liquor and booze. [b]"We just ain't fans of freaks like you! You ain't what God made people to be!"[/b] 

[color=firebrick]"Maclinton, I bet God cringes ever time you open your mouth. You don't know what you're talkin' about."[/color] DeMarcus shook his head. [color=firebrick]"You need to leave us alone!"[/color] He turned, shaking his head and walking back towards McFarland. As he turned, he didn't see the crowbar the slid from Maclinton's sleeve. The man swung, and nailed DeMarcus in the back, sending him to his knees. Deputy McFarland pulled his gun, stopping Maclinton as he was an inch from DeMarcus, ready to swing again. Shouts went up from the crowd as the firearm was pulled. 

[b]"Jacob you step yourself right on back there, ya hear me, boy!?"[/b] The man said, but Maclinton didn't move, but he bent of and leaned into DeMarcus' ear.

[b]"We're gon kill all'a you sumbitches, ya hear me? They gon' do your little whore sister like they did Tillie Hilton, Blake. Ya hear?"[/b] Maclinton spat on DeMarcus' face. 

Pure, unbridled rage flowed through DeMarcus as he wiped Maclinton's tobacco filthy spit from his face. [color=firebrick]"Shut your dam-"[/color] Maclinton shoved DeMarcus' shoulder, even though the gesture didn't move him like intended. The redneck laughed like a disgusting hyena.

[b]"You ain't gon' do jack..."[/b] He leaned right over DeMarcus' head, his lips nearly touching his ears. [b]"...nigger boy."[/b]

DeMarcus felt something inhuman inside him. It wasn't the rage, no the rage was pure, human anger. It was the strength that filled his arms. That, indeed, was not human. He swiveled with astonishing speed, his hand catching Maclinton in the throat. McFarland shouted in protest, but DeMarcus didn't register his voice. Instead, he lifted Maclinton in the air and slammed him onto the cement walkway, sending the whole crowd scattering backwards with shouts of fear and probably breaking several of Maclinton's bones. 

With a furrowed brow and a tensed face that radiated his rage, DeMarcus knelt over the man. He put his lips close to his ears, just as Maclinton had done to him. [color=firebrick]"You keep my sister's name outa your [i]filthy, racist, inbred[/i] mouth, or I will snap your neck like a twig!"[/color] He stood as the crowd was dead silent, the only audible sound being DeMarcus' deep breathing. He watched the crowd and shook his head in disgust at them. 

[b]"DeMarcus!"[/b] A new voice broke the silence - Sheriff Linehouse. [b]"Step back and let me deal with these people!"[/b] He commanded. This time, however, DeMarcus obeyed and stepped away. The crowd erupted into shouts as they jeered at DeMarcus, surging toward him. They only stopped when three deputies came to Linehouse' side and racked the pumps on their shotguns. 

McFarland ushered DeMarcus back inside. DeMarcus saw parker standing by the door, her camera out. A red flashing light told him that she was recording. She'd seen all of it and gotten it all on camera. He sighed as he walked to her. She stopped recording and put her camera down, letting it hang from the strap around her neck. He stood beside her as Linehouse and the deputies shut the doors. [b]"Lorrie, call for backup from the state office, Maclinton's boys are gonna be back, and they'll be packin'."[/b]

DeMarcus had a feeling that Linehouse was right. The mob would come back stronger, and they'd try to kill them, with or without police involvement. This was Harlan, Kentucky - this was not a friendly town to outsiders. They were outsiders, now. They were unwanted, unwelcome. This couldn't be the place that he and his sister called home anymore.