[hr][INDENT][I][b]Several Miles North of Pointe Bordeaux[/b]
[INDENT]March 18, 2016[/INDENT][/I][/INDENT][hr]
Fear.

The cold sweat of fear was the first thing he felt as his eyes snapped open, rolling out of the way just in time as white beams of burning hot energy penetrated the ground where he had just been laying. Flames erupted from the floor of the tent as Ezekiel Thoreau scrambled to exit the burning mass of fabric. A hand took a hold of his shirt as he was flung across the field, only for his landing to be cushioned from another blow as he skidded across the dirt in the opposite direction. Zeke's head was spinning as he struggled to regain his bearings, the warm trickle of blood running down his arm alerted him to a gasp sustained from the impact with a rock. A body appeared behind him, their arms wrapping around him constricting him with strength he hadn't encountered since his time at the Pacific Royal Collegiate and University. 

[color=00aeef]"I don't think I'm quite feeling the sparks here mate!"[/color] Zeke growled as he wave of electric energy exploded from his body giving him the slack he needed to escape his opponents grasp. Pushing off with a magnetic repulsion, Zeke put some distance between himself and his attacker only to be suddenly hit from behind again. The searing heat burned into his back as he fell forward, fighting to think through the pain as tried to create a magnetic field. Unable to focus enough to sustain a field, Zeke collapsed back to the ground, rolling over in time to raise his arms to shield his body as the white hot beams of energy blasted against his arms. 

[color=00aeef]"Fuck..."[/color] He grunted as his nostrils were overwhelmed with the smell of burnt leather and flesh. [color=00aeef]"You!"[/Color] Zeke managed to yell as he let loose his own beam of plasma. It didn't seem to stagger his mysterious attacker but it granted Zeke a window, one he took with great opportunity. He could smell the rain in the air, his skin had felt alive with the static discharge in the air. It was obvious he couldn't win this fight and when fight faltered it was up to flight. 

Scrambling to his feet, Zeke was already summoning layers of magnetic fields around himself, electricity sparkling around him as he was repelled away from the ground. Leaving the ground, Zeke could feel the heat of his attacker's eye beams as they brushed the soles of his feet before he rocketed out of reach. The clouds seemingly opened up as Zeke was pulled skyward by the storm's electrical discharge. From there the trip was a blur, a sensation Zeke had never quite gotten used to before suddenly he was pulled towards the ground. The luminous glow of neon illuminated a nearby city's skyline against the stormy afternoon sky as Zeke flew towards it. As he neared the city, the skies spat him out with a brilliant flash. Like a lightning bolt, Zeke was sent earthbound just as quickly as the clouds had swept him into their grasp. Crashing to the ground, Zeke awkwardly stumbled to his feet as he leaned against a nearby tree. His heart was racing, his chest was heaving and he was in serious need of medical attention. 

Looking skywards, Zeke turned his head towards the direction he came before cursing under his breath and heading into the city. His first order of business was to acquire some bandages, his second was new clothes.[CENTER][h3][b]~          ~          ~[/b][/h3][/CENTER]
Wrapping the bandages right around his forearms, Zeke grimaced in pain. Thankfully his wounds had looked worse than they truly were, in the worst case scenario they were third degree burns, in his best case they were only second. Either way, the attack would scar but he wasn't dead and so that was a silver lining to an otherwise pretty dark day. Pulling a new shirt over his head, Zeke smiled at the busted lock on the door. He was quite thankful that this home only had the dead bolt on their door locked. A dead bolt was fairly easy for Zeke to magnetize and pull open, which had allowed him access to fresh clothes, bandages and even a microwaveable meal. 

Discarding the burnt clothes in a trash can under the kitchen sink, Zeke turned the tap on and washed his dishes reminiscing on a time when he could have lived a life this simple. Pausing as he passed the refrigerator, a small magnet caught Zeke's eye as did the flyer pinned beneath it. 

[color=00aeef]"Neutralize the Hyperhuman Threat..."[/color] Zeke muttered aloud as he pulled the flyer off the fridge. [color=00aeef]"The Fairchild Pacifier, a personal protection device by Fairchild Electronics."[/color] He continued as he musing over the image showing what had to be the most glorified tazer he had ever seen.

[color=00aeef]"Someone is clearly compensating..."[/color] Musing, Zeke glaced at a list of rallies posted at the bottom of the page, noting the circled one taking place in Pointe Bordeaux. [color=00aeef]"Well I guess that clears up where I am."[/color] 

Walking down the hallway, Zeke pulled opened the closet door. The wafting smell of leather caught hit his nostrils as Zeke pulled out a heavy biker's jacket.

[color=00aeef]"What are the chances?"[/color] He grinned ear from ear as he turned back towards the kitchen. Exiting the opposite, Zeke found himself in the garage as his jaw dropped at the site of the perfectly maintained Harley. 

[color=00aeef]"At least I don't have to feel guilty."[/color] Smirking, Zeke swung a leg over the hog as he ignited the engine. After how his day started, he didn't want to see someone else screw it up. There was no doubt in Zeke's mind that some hotshot vigilante wannabe was going to show up at the demonstration. Gunning the motorcycle into a wheelie as he left the garage, Zeke headed towards Pointe Bordeaux's city hall with full intent on being on hand to stop any Hyperhuman hijinks.