[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/iyJuAe0.png[/img][/center][center][b]This is an elsewhere story and does not affect canon...yet[/b][/center]
[center][b]“90’s” Aubrey Adkins[/b][/center]
[center][b] Earth-99[/b][/center]
[center][b]3:00 AM, November 1st, 2010[/b][/center]
	The last couple hours were just a blur to me. I remember heading out to enjoy the Halloween night with some of my friends before everything went blank. It was all over the news a few weeks ago that a police officer had gunned down a metahuman kid. Some people, usually the metahumans, clamored that this was an example of police brutality and a heinous act, since it was perpetrated against a kid. Others, however, pointed out that the kid was a danger to everyone around him, since he lacked any control of his powers and therefore was unintendedly suffocating everyone around him by draining all the oxygen form the air. If the officer had not shot the boy, everyone else in the immediate vicinity would have died. People obviously butted heads over this and got their feelings hurt during arguments. Eventually, the pro-Metahuman side organized a nationwide protest on Halloween night, the one time when you are not looked down upon for dressing up weird (or at least less so than normal). While I’m sure some people had nefarious plans for that Halloween night, I just wanted to show my metahuman pride, especially since I’m stuck as one with no cure in sight.

	Once my senses finally came back to me, I discovered that I was on a high-tech train of some sort, along with God knows how many other people. In the passenger car where I was, I saw at least a couple dozen others, mostly people around my age, although there were some exceptions were someone older or younger than the rest of us were present. Everyone, including me, unwillingly wore a high-tech collar around their necks that had a single red light shining from the middle of the device. When I realized that I had my normal, human legs back, something I had not seen since my Senior prom, I guessed that these collars had to be power nullifiers, since packing dozens of metahumans in a single place was not a safe or smart move. But when I tried to lean forward, I felt something yank back on my neck. Not only were we strapped into our seats, as if we were riding in a automobile, but a tether connected our collars to the walls of the passenger car.

	I only had enough slack on the restrains to turn my head to peak out the window. Since it was dark out, although I am not quite sure what time it was, I could not discern anything in great detail. In fact, I could not see much of anything except for some lights in the distance. I remember reading about Midas Industries developing some sort of futuristic public transport that was supposed to revolutionize transportation in the United States, but that technology was years away from being feasible, let alone accessible for mass public consumption. Yet here I was, on a trackless train that was decades ahead of its times.

	This was the sort of thing that you would expect in a movie. But we live in the real world, where trafficking and the like are illegal. Plus, how would all of our friends and families [i]not[/i] realized that all of us were missing? How could anyone just sweep this mess under a rug? How could the heroes of this country not drop whatever they were doing at once and rush out to squash this blatant violation of human rights? Any moment now, Icon or someone else would break into this train, apprehend the villains, and free us.

	But nobody came. I guess that too belongs to the realm of fiction.

	After sitting there in silence for about an hour, the train finally came to a halt, coming to a rest on the outskirts of some island off the coast of New England, which I would later learn was called Nautican Island. Previously just a backwater, through the investment of companies like Midas Industries, it was proclaimed as the site of the city of tomorrow. As far as I have heard, right now it’s just a luxury resort for those who could afford it.

	Suddenly, several men, who were wearing black and white suits, like bodyguard details or Men-in-Black, rushed into passenger car. All of us were startled by their appearance. However, when they were inside, no one could move a muscle except for our eyes. While I peered around, I noticed that the collars that were nullifying our powers now had a green light active. Soon, the men began to call out strings of numbers, which caused some peoples’ restraints to be unlocked. And whoever had their restraints removed, against their will, their bodies rose from their seats and began to walk out of the passenger car in an almost robotic, stiff fashion, as if they were being controlled remotely.

  	“511 212 992,” one of the men call out. Then I heard my restraints unhook and watched in horror as my body walked out of the car’s doors. Once outside, I caught sight of where everyone’s highjacked bodies were headed. There were dozens of vans and buses parked in front of the futuristic train and everyone were packing into the back of these vehicles. Some were already departing. Whatever their destination was, I had no idea. The van that my body hopped into was already occupied by half dozen other girls around my age who were also in my same position. Once I was inside and taken a seat, the doors to the van slammed shut and the vehicle drove off.

	I was not sure how long we sat inside that van, but it was no more than an hour, if not less. But when it did reach its destination, the doors swung back open and we found two women standing in front of the rear exit of the van, a [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/143799-create-a-hero-a-superhero-rpg-season-2-new-horizons-always-open/ic?page=9#post-4036117]blonde[/url] and [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/topics/135-create-a-hero-a-superhero-rpg-closed/ic?page=15#post-2115176]brunette[/url]. The blonde, who was well dressed in business attire, held a bunch of manila folders. From what I could hear from their conversation, those folders must contain information about our powers, although I’m unsure how they would have gathered those details.

	“While the rest of them seem fine, the blonde who transforms into a spider seems a little too niche for my business,” the brunette women told the blonde after she had received the manila folders from the blonde. “Plus, her healing factor probably will prove to be problematic.”

	“You will be provided with devices that can selectively nullify powers,” The blonde assured the brunette. “Also, her healing factor breaks down alcohol at a significant rate.”

	“I’m still not quite convinced.”

	“Do you really want to disobey the Triumvirate?” The blonde threatened. The brunette shrunk back away from the women before relenting and agreeing to this shipment of metahumans. She then turned her attention towards the girls, including me, seated in the back of the van.

	“Alright, ladies. It’s time to give all of you two-by-fours some extreme make-overs.” The brunette had devilish smile on her face and she rubbed hands together a little too eagerly as she spoke to us. Whatever she means by ‘extreme make-overs’, I can’t be anything good.