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[CENTER][I][h1][color=pink]Adora Zayas[/color][/h1][/i][/CENTER]

[Color=pink]Time:[/color] Afternoon
[Color=pink]Location:[/color] California
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[h1][center][b]Earlier That Morning[/b][/center][/h1]
Adora was grateful for her new partnership with Chloe Bates, the co director of Liberty as well as a high ranking member of Department of Homeland Security. It was time to start taking control for “The Collective” & this appearance on the Benny Stein show was a key. Early in the morning Adora had made her appearance on the Benny Stein show to make an announcement. Benny Stein had grown in popularity & was well known for his anti altered beliefs which his platform had become associated with delivering.

Numerous people political, celebrity & otherwise when taking a stance or negative viewpoint towards altered humans aligned themselves with Stein to do so. Adora was no different, and frankly it felt exhilarating to bring more attention to herself rather then her guise as Lori Martinez. After all Adora Zayas wasn’t some unknown individual, she’d built a name for herself as a model, & popular fashion designer. Of course both of those careers paled in comparison to the real estate empire she’d inherited from her husband’s untimely demise. 

[Color=pink]“As owner of Zayas Properties, I want to do my part in society to help with the tragedy that’s befallen our nation. I wanted to announce this message on your show Stein because your one of the few people that’s taking a stance in this nation against the altered that’s much needed. I won’t go as far as to agree with your statement that they should all be locked away on some island with the key tossed away until scientists figure out a “cure” to purge their powers. That’s too inhumane, but what I can support is the idea that these people are too dangerous to be around the rest of us. As a result Zayas Properties will no longer rent to Altered humans, and will be removing all altered tenants from it’s properties. Any and all rental & apartment complex’s under Zayas properties will have to adhere to these rules effective immediately.”[/color] Adora finished saying on the show.

Benny Stein seemed to be listening to her words with a gleam in his eyes, any news that was negative for altered was something he was happy to host on his platform. “I see I see, I can understand your views & wanting to moderate. Especially someone like you who like many in the media & fashion industry rely on & require fans, some of which I’m guessing may be altered.”

[Color=pink]“Well I’d have know way to know which if any of my fans are altered humans. However I wouldn’t imagine it to be too far of a stretch of the imagination to assume that some of my fans are altered. To them I say I harbor no personal feelings of ill will towards you, but simply ask that you do what’s good for all of society. There’s been far too many incidents that they have been a-part of since the day the Energy Storm reared its ugly head in our nation’s skies & 10 million lives were brutally lost. This directive doesn’t come from a place of hatred or misunderstanding but rather of dire need to manage an almost unmanageable situation. At the heart of this matter too is that altered are not the prevailing majority in our society, and as such the rules cannot be made to coddle & accommodate them, especially when some of them are living weapons. I ask that other property owners enforce similar measures to provide safety to our tenants & work towards restoring order in this country!"[/color]

“So just to play devil’s advocate for a mere moment, what of those who would cry out that your actions are outright discrimination. There will surely be people who protest what your doing with your company, who claim that your actions have led to homeless altered or perhaps even being the catalyst of violent reactions from enraged altered who feel they are unfairly striped of their homes.” Benny replied smoothly, while he shared the opposite views entirely, he still did his job and worked his way around to inquire how his guests felt about their supposed measures or ideas.

[Color=pink]“Again accommodations must be made for the majority and it’s as simple as that. Any altered who are displaced by this measure will receive their security deposit back as well as the entirety of this month’s rent even if it’s been partially used. This should allow them the financial means to seek arrangements elsewhere, but seeing as how most of my properties ran by my company are typically in the heart of cities or other congested areas I think I’m only doing my duty as an American citizen & business owner by banning altered humans from dwelling within them. Also I’m volunteering a $5000 reward to any and all information that pertains to any altered humans who attempt to circumvent or ignore these new measures for my property entirely. Lastly I will be working to expand Zayas properties to encompass more apartment complex’s to hopefully further spread these no altered resident measures. I believe the state of California in particular after the murders from the Lori rampage will be quite receptive to this new law.”[/color]

Adora responded cooly, seeming to satisfy all of Benny’s questions he posed while playing advocate. The interview continued, but Adora had made her presented the most important thing she wanted to announce. 

[h1][center][b]Present Time[/b][/center][/h1]
Adora was browsing youtube scrolling down to read comments about what her anti altered rules. It seemed a great many people were in support of what she said, and encouraged many to want to seek out residence at complex’s run by Zayas Properties. With the rising anti altered sentiment in the country, her announcement on the Benny Stein show had raised her popularity. It was a massive & well welcomed ego boost to surf not only youtube but other social media platforms & see that many were labeling her as a socially conscious businesswoman.

After her husband’s death, & inheriting his company she felt like she had something to prove. While she was recognized as the official owner after his passing, there were many even among her peers who felt her inheritance of the company wasn’t earned. In a sense they were right as she was only in charge because her former husband croaked. It amused her to no end to imagine what those naysayers would say or think if they only knew that she herself played a role in her own husband’s death.

Of course Altered Lives Matter had denounced her as a terrible person & someone on the “Wrong side of history”.  But commentary from them & others with their views had little effect on her, as well as the rising stock of her company. Some were even saying she paved the way for other property owners to implement similar measures, taking advantage of the emergency altered Act which made it legally possible to evict all altered human residents without much fuss. 

She grabbed her  credit card & utilized it to chop some powder on her desk in-front of her into a couple lines. This was followed by her getting a glass of rely on ice to take some sips from, whilst inhaling the chopped lines with a quarter of a straw. Suddenly she felt ambushed with. A surge of pain and leaned over dropping her straw. [Color=pink]“What the hell:”[/color]

For the past few days she’d been undergoing random bouts of pain. Noticeably the less drugs she consumed, the more intense & frequent these experiences were. Causing her to at first deduce these were the effects of her serious drug habit finally becoming more prevalent. Her vision was blinded and suddenly she was hurtling through a memory that wasn’t her own. Thrust into Trent Coltrane’s memories one of her first victims she saw visions of him investigating the Forresters.

“Something isn’t right, this is all beginning to make sense. Or in some ways not make any sense at all.” Trent said to himself as he scrubbed his chin with his index fingers. His investigation was sending him in loops then dead-ins. “But this all has to do with them, I thought I was on to something when I found out they cheated the election. But that was just the tip of the iced-berg, hell the how they pulled it off shattered it alone, but this melts the whole damn thing.” Trent muttered to himself as he stepped forward over some trash and overt a desk to pick up a file.

“The legend of Slain & the Slayers, lessons from Toneri..” As Trent spoke more his voice trailed off, and Adora found herself back in her living room. Or rather she never left physically only venturing into this mysterious vision of one of her victims memories mentally. Beads of sweat rolled down both sides of her face, and she had to brush her hair out of her eyes. Pulling sweat soaked strands off her cheeks she noticed her heart was pounding & her breathing had been heavy.

The vision was such a surreal experience, it was like a live auditory visual experience that she viewed in third & first person simultaneously. To her she viewed the experience from within Trent’s eyes while side by side watching from a third person angle. This wasn’t the first time these visions had occurred, they’d started after her seventh altered victim. Now she lamented in the fact that her ability didn’t just allow her to pull in abilities. Her talents let her pull in memories, personality traits, talents, even other’s life & energy. It seemed these additional Rogue like benefits had come with a troubling & terrifying cost.

[Color=pink]“This can’t be happening to me, I keep trying to get something new to quell the side effects, and the new shit comes with it’s own batch of side effects. I’ve got to be careful before I get something that all together clashes with the nature of something I already have, to the point that it causes me to fall apart.”[/color] There was real fear in Adora’s voice as she analyzed the situation, she had basically been modifying her genetic structure over and over with her ability by harnessing the traits of other altered. But there was a certain draw to it that made her lust to not only drain altered, but regular people.

Beyond that this mysterious feeling that afflicted her caused her to not only drain people, but hunger for there flesh. [Color=pink][I]What is this, between this & these random flashbacks and headaches I’m starting to get worried. No I will find something to fix this, someone has to have something to fix this [/I][/color] Adora’s hands were now shaking causing her to use TK to grasp her glass of crown & two it over chugging the remaining contents. She then almost immediately went into a coughing spree from the angle she downed the alcoholic contents mixed in with the burn and feeling additional pain in her chest.

[Color=pink]“Damn it damn it all to hell, I am suppose to become the greatest, the best, this cannot be happening! Not to me!!!!! I won’t let Kareem be right, you won’t be right, you were wrong!!!”[/color] Adora screamed out using TK to fling the glass cup against her wall smashing it, becoming infuriated at the mention of her now deceased husband’s name. 

[Color=pink][I]Kareem…Kareem…Kareem[/I][/color]

Her husband’s name tumbled through her mind, her subconscious crying out at the mention of the name. The emotional pain that surged through her elected surprise from the murderess, was this regret? This tight feeling that overwhelmed her whenever her husband came up unexpectedly, when engaged in interviews she prepared herself accordingly. But when she was off indulging herself in narcotics to purge herself mentally & physically of the turmoil associated with harmful & brutal memories of her past, that was the last place she expected to be filled with sorrow & locked in an aggressive power struggle with regrets from the depths of her inner subconscious.

[Color=pink][b]He was weak, he was not needed. For us to be who our true self, our truest form then his passing was necessary[/b][/color]

[Color=pink]“What the hell, who was that.”[/color] Adora spun around analyzing her surroundings to look for another person, but there was no third party present with her. This elicited further confusion for the killer who stood up rapidly, summoning electricity to her finger tips. This rapid rising combined with summoning another power caused her to stumble forward to her knees as her body was rocked with waves of pain, followed by additional flashes of memories that came from some of the numerous people she’d drained & consumed with her abilities. [Color=pink]“Fuck..Fuck..fuck!”[/color] Adora muttered under neath her breath as she clenched her jaw & grinder her teeth trying to focus on that feeling to block out & ignore the other pain that spawned in the rest of her mind & body, as well as surprise & choke down the distorted murmurs of a strange vile voice that blurts out random sentiments periodically in the few moments of sobriety Adora experienced before resuming her continuous consumption of a mountain of substances to nullify this roller coaster of emotions & unpleasant unwelcome sensations & feelings.