[h2]Trazi McCoy[/h2]

It was a lie, a big fat lie and she was the only one that knew for sure that it was. Who ever sent that telepathic message was telling a lie, it was no peaceful rally. Something sinister was going to take place and she wanted to stay as far away as she could from that point in the city. 

But her curiosity got the best of her, she wanted to see what was going to happen. She climbed to the roof of one of the apartment buildings, taking out a pair of binoculars she spied on the rally. Things were quiet at first, but then the National Guard and DMA rolled in. 

Trazi knew that it was only a matter of time as the rally was just a powder keg ready to blow. Sure enough shots rang out, she wasn't sure who started it but it was enough to make people desperate to get away. A part of her felt glad that Gifted were being taken out, but at the same time she was greatly saddened as those were people like her who only wished to live. She knew that mass murder wasn't something to be glad about, but the only gifted she knew either killed her friends or raped. And now she was one of them, it was a cruel hand life was dealing.

She often if she should just give herself to the government or the DMA, as at least she could put away the dangerous Gifted. But she always felt nervous when she got close to a DMA building as she knew that they sold the prettiest Gifted with harmless gifts and killed those that weren't pretty or had harmful gifts but didn't comply to the system. She never really knew where she would go. Instead she just wondered around not exactly hiding and not exactly wanting to be caught.

Leaving the apartment buildings roof,Trazi walked around aimlessly with occasionally "feeling" an other Gifted near by. This usually made her move in the opposite direction, as she didn't want to be too close to another Gifted. She walked down the streets with no sunglasses or hood, her silver and light blue eyes nearly looked the same. So unless someone was really looking at her they wouldn't have known that she was Gift. She was basically hiding in the open and it was working so far for her.

It was growing later in the day and Trazi ' s stomach rumbled. [color=wheat]"Guess it's time for some food."[/color] She whispered to herself as she began to look for a place to get some cheap chow. She didn't exactly have enough money to last the week. She came to Pub that looked like a good place to get cheap food. But she stopped short at the door, she could feel many Gifted inside. If there was so many in one place it made it a bigger target for a raid and she wanted no part in that. She knew some would freak out and try to kill to get passed DMA troops, it would be a blood bath. Plus she didn't really like other Gifted, as they were always complaining about something.

Backing away Trazi left the Pub alone and tried to get as far away from the place as possible. But wouldn't she just get the shitty end of the stick, as her wandering lead her onto W35th. 

She always had beyond rotten luck.

[@TheDarkTemplar]