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The next morning - After the fucking mess downtown
Amalia and Floyd Part 3



Explosions were going off right & left, buildings were falling apart. The entire city of Atlanta was on fire, people were screaming, bullets were flying through the air. Sirens were blaring, windows were shattered, Amalia was seen running towards Floyd before catching on fire and melting. The name KIVA was being yelled out by people on fire suffering. Suddenly Floyd jumped up in a cold sweat screaming. Looking around Floyd saw that he was laying in Amalia's bad and everything he was just seeing was another horrific future vision. "AAAA!!!!!!!!!" Floyd screamed at the top of his lungs before stopping upon seeing he was okay. Holy shit holy shit...holy shit the dreams are getting worst Floyd wiped his forehead which was covered in sweat & noticed his heart was pounding. He noticed that Amalia wasn't in the bed with him anywhere and wondered if she'd heard him screaming. "Fuck I'm starting to hate sleeping." Floyd muttered to himself as he pushed the covers off him, and slipped on his underwear & then his pants.

Amalia had woken up before Floyd, she had navigated very carefully out his arms to make sure he stayed asleep. When she got up she put on cropped grey hoodie and some black spandex shorts, her normal morning attire. She tip toed her way into the main room, shutting the door as quietly as possible behind her, before tying up her black hair into a high ponytail. 'I said I would make him breakfast but I have no food in the house...' She laughed to herself as she sat down at her drawing table and drew up some buttermilk pancakes, syrup, and her personal favorite topping, peanut butter. She also drew some eggs and proceeded to manifest everything. Walking into her kitchen that attached to her dining room, it was actually at the front door. She had an island counter and then the fridge, microwave, stove, and other counter lined up next to the front door. She whipped up the eggs into scrambled eggs, seasoning them with salt and pepper and then threw the pancakes on the stove in a pan to heat them up and make them crispy. As she was cooking a thought occurred to her, 'Oh shit. He was high and on something last night. Will he remember what happened? What if he regrets it? Am I just another side girl?' Amalia paused her cooking and stared down at the food, wiping a single tear from her eye. She was happy last night with him. It took a wild turn from Floyd coming over to talk business to ending up in bed with him, but his humor and warm side made her happy. Amalia shook her head, determined not to think about it too much. When she had finished pulling the last pancake from the pan and getting the spread ready she heard him scream. 'What the fuck?' Her heart raced, beating at the sensation of hearing Floyd sound like he was scared or in pain. She quickly ran to the room to find him getting dressed, she breathed a heavy breath, her chest collapsing, "Are you okay?" She said out of breath, staring at him with a concerned pout.

"Yeah I'm....fine...I.."Floyd paused wondering what to say, he recalled last night vividly in spite of how high he was. He'd felt a real bond with Amalia & enjoyed the two of them opening up to each other about their lives, their history, their struggles, dreams, aspirations & even nightmares. Of course the type of nightmares Floyd was having thanks to Luna were one's he hadn't shared with anyone. The things he saw in his dreams were things he didn't even feel he should share with anyone. The interlude of thoughts was cut off by the smell of breakfast. Sniffing the air the aroma of fresh food entered his nostrils. Mhmmm it smells amazing out there, wow is that for me? "Sorry about that I had a really bad dream, I didn't mean to startle you." Floyd opted to not wear a shirt, it was summer after all plus his muscles needed to breath, right?! "But wow something smells amazing out there, what's going on the kitchen." Floyd asked with a smile as he walked over to her hugging her and giving her a kiss. The disturbing images of the future were still fresh in his mind, and it was clear they were heavy on his mind, but he didn't know if he should bring up what he saw. The image of Amalia melting was burned into his brain and that caused him to hug her a little tighter while she was still whole he didn't want anything bad to happen to her.

Amalia welcomed his embrace, she liked feeling his chest against her. She felt a blush grow across her face as he hugged her tighter. She was happy that he kissed her and held her for a moment, it reassured her fears that this wasn't a mistake for him. But she still felt concern for him and whatever his nightmare was. Amalia hugged him back, pulling her arms around his muscular body. Was it bad that she was already turned on this early in the morning? Amalia rolled her eyes internally, a mental eye roll so to say. When she pulled away from his hug she looked at him and said, "I am sorry you had a bad dream. If you need to talk about it, you let me know. But I did make you breakfast!" She was concerned, yes, but she almost thought that it may be the best idea to get some food in him and help him get back into his humorous mood and give him some happiness. "I made," she took his hand and led him into the kitchen, "pancakes and scrambled eggs!" She showed off the spread, holding out her other hand that wasn't holding his in a 'Tah-dah' fashion. She hoped that it would be enough, she could always draw more but part of her didn't want him to know that she was living off of the food she was drawing.

"Pancakes and scrambled eggs, wow you shouldn't have! But I'm glad you did." Floyd was ecstatic at the breakfast that awaited him, sure he wasn't high anymore but he still maintained his love for food in all states inebriated or otherwise. As he was led in the kitchen a grin came across his face as he took a seat at the table and went to kiss her hand in thanks. "Syrup please, and as for my dream being bad well it was more then bad, it was plain awful but..." Floyd hesitated for a moment pondering on if he should divulge to Amalia about what he saw or not, normally he wouldn't want to bring such negative news to the table, but he found himself really caring about her and seeing her melt in that vision made him feel as if he should warn her of the potential dark days ahead. "So...I told you I was a sponge right well...the very first parlor trick I sponged soaked up lets me see things before they happen, most of the time while I'm dreaming and....I saw the world...I saw you." Floyd paused momentarily to allow the gravity of what he said to sink in

Amalia felt the blush on her face come up again as he kissed her hand, she needed to figure out how to control that before she embarrassed herself. "Pancakes are the best food when you had a long night." She smiled at him and then started to fix him up a plate. As she finished with the plate she listened to him, as she finished it was when he got into the details of the dream. Amalia slid the plate towards him and leaned across the counter to listen to his words. Even though he was the epitome of doom and gloom in this moment, she wasn't too worried. "Okay, so I guess something really bad happened then?" She spoke slowly, to show that she was understanding him. Maybe it was because she had already lived the last three months feeling like more bad things were yet to come. She almost felt prepared to hear whatever he had to say.

"A long and very fun night at that." Floyd said with a smirk as she fixed a plate of food for him. He rubbed his stomach to quell his hunger as he heard it growl. Calm down buddy the food is on the way. Floyd jokingly spoke to his tummy within his mind feeling both his mind & body being eager & welcoming for the food Amalia had prepared for them. Floyd began cutting through his eggs & pancakes, while also dowsing the pancakes in syrup before starting to eat the delicious breakfast. To think all this had came about from him coming over to request her help with the doctored Alter ID's. "Yeah I mean the end of the world, and all of humanity is really bad." Floyd quipped in a non chalant manner not that he wasn't worried or unconcerned but more so that he was overwhelmed by the sheer reality of his visions. "Most of the visions I've had are of bad stuff that hasn't happened yet, but the past ten days I've been seeing pretty much the same thing but from different angles & locations, this time I saw you getting burned alive as well as the rest of this city, all cities Amalia..& the only recurring theme in everything I've seen these past few days is something called Operation KIVA." Floyd concluded this time with more concern & worry in his voice, showing that he was terribly frightened by the glimpses of the future he was witnessing and really at a loss for words as well as plans on how to both figure out & prevent the calamities he saw in his dreams

"Okay, so you are having visions of the future." Amalia grabbed just one pancake and a few eggs and started playing with them, not eating quite yet. She watched as Floyd ate, laughing a bit internally at him dousing the pancakes with syrup. "It sounds really bad, I won't lie," She said while shrugging her shoulders, "but it sounds like you have a lead. Operation KIVA? Right?" She stared at him for a second before coming around the counter and put a hand on his strong back, "You know. The future isn't always set in stone. You are having visions of horrible things happening but you have a lead on why it is happening. We have this incredible powers, so why can't try to stop it?" She ran her hand down is back in a calming matter, "Do you have any idea when this will happen?"

Floyd continued wolfing down his food & relaxed a bit as Amalia rubbed his back easing the tension he had about the apocalyptic future events that haunted him. "Yeah I have to stop it right?" Floyd grinded his teeth a bit while contemplating on the reality of what he was facing and whether or not it WAS his responsibility to deal with Operation KIVA. "From what I know Operation KIVA is some type of project being developed by a company called CyberCorp. I actually saw them on the news yesterday afternoon announcing the project on live TV." Floyd recalled witnessing CyberCorp's CEO unveil Operation KIVA as some new riveting security system that would revolutionize the United states military & law enforcement. "As for a timeline I know it takes place a year from now, and I don't really know what it is or how to stop it." Floyd pouted as he finished telling Amalia what he knew about Operation KIVA

Amalia listened to Floyd, growing a little more intense about the situation. It sounded bad, really bad. Amalia didn't want him to feel that way though. She had spent so much time worrying about the future when everything first happened that she started to remind herself that she just needed to live each and every day by itself. "That's a start, at least you kind of know who may be in charge of it." Amalia turned and put a hand on his cheek and looked into his eyes, "Listen. I don't know who is going to stop it. But if you haven't seen anything different, if the visions are the same each time, then that means nobody has stepped up to the plate yet. Maybe you need to, maybe that's why you are seeing it. But you aren't alone," She let out a small laugh and continued, "there is a lot of people out there with powers now. We set a clock, we have a year before this crazy doomsday. That means you, no, we. We have time to find people who will want to stop this." Amalia smiled at him gently then said, "Mejor el diablo que conoces que el diablo que no conoces," letting her thicker accent come out, "My great-grandmother used to say this. She said that the famous quote of 'Better the devil you know then the devil you do not know' originated from Puerto Rico. It was one of the kinder things she used to say to us!"

I do not speak spanish I got kicked out of class for the rest of the semester in ninth grade ehhh ooh thank gosh she's translating it wow that advice hit right nowFloyd's ADHD thoughts rattled through his head as Amalia spoke, she knew just what to say to boost his morale & make him feel better about such a dark & devastating situation. He remembered when Mike clowned him about being the literal living incarnation of the blessed with suck trope when the harsh precognitive nightmares had begun, and was grateful that nightmare of a power had evolved into his favorite ability. But here with Amalia it was much different, she pointed out the positive aspect of this power. The ability to deter the world from the apocalyptic course it was heading in his visions, to figure out & fight this Operation KIVA for the betterment of all mankind.

He was reminded of the fuzzy bubbly feeling he felt in his heart last night when he confessed his feelings to Amalia. This ensured him that it wasn’t just his emotions being enhanced by the combination of pain medication, medical marijuana & horniness for Amalia’s oh so sexy curvy figure. He had genuine feelings for her, perhaps the narcotics removed the blanket he’d placed over those feelings but was that a bad thing? Sitting here finishing his breakfast and listening to her made him feel better & more confident about dealing with KIVA. “Thank you so much Amalia, you have no idea how much that helps. Sometimes I overthink things, especially bad things. Believe it or not I’ve got anxiety, and these visions have been making it flare up.” Probably part of the reason I’ve been smoking so damn much more lately too Thoughts of marijuana caused him to briefly speculate about how this thing whatever it was with Amalia would play out with Rita.

Certainly he shouldn’t keep banging her and Amalia. He was a gentlemen even if he had plenty of other faults & being an empath he didn’t want to play with people’s emotions or hurt them. Especially after the sensitive intimate conversation he had with Amalia last night, he knew what it was like to be targeted & broken while already vulnerable. That was something he never wanted to live through again & certainly not anything he wanted to put anyone through especially Amalia.

As he felt genuinely more happy just being around her he felt a sudden sharp pain. He gasped for breath and stood up quickly. He winced, closing his eyes in pain, saying ahhh as if in pain and fell backwards.

For the first time in a long while he experienced a vision of the future while he was conscious instead of dreaming. The scenery around him shifted, no longer was he sitting down at the table with his breakfast with Amalia’s gentle touch to his cheek & her soothing words about gathering other altered to stop CyberCorp’s devastating project. Instead he was in the streets of San Francisco walking at a brisk place. He quickly noticed the street he was run walking on was one he was familiar with and not too far from his shared condo with Mike.
He had little time for familiar sight seeing as he noticed a woman scream, and looking up in the vision he saw a middle aged woman on the edge of a roof. His mouth widened in the vision as she lost her balance and slipped off the edge. The height she was falling from was at least 25-30 stories so plummeting to the ground from there would surely result in death. He ran towards her to no avail as the woman plummeted towards the ground picking up momentum. As he pointlessly rushed towards the woman he felt like time slowed down and speaking of time he jerked his head down towards his wrist eying his watch. Seeing the time caused him even more concern as this was happening less then an hour from now in reality with Amalia.

Luckily before he was forced to watch the dream play out it’s brutal conclusion he snapped back into reality. In the real world he’d only been zonked out for about a minute at most and noticed that he was sweating a bit and had completely fell to the ground. He groaned a bit, as he put a hand down on the ground to push himself up and slump back Into his chair. Instinctively he peaked at his wrist and sure enough it was less then 30 minutes before then the time o his watch In the vision of the woman falling to her demise.

“Oh fuck..Amalia I gotta go, listen I..I just had a vision another one while I was awake!” Floyd wiped the sweat from his brow and sheepishly brushed it against his pants pocket. “UM oh yeah most of the time they happen while I’m sleep but I’ve had two while three now while I’m awake. The first one was about some guy getting hit by a car, I…I thought I was just tripping on drugs but as I was walking to uh..handle some business in a parking lot that exact scene was about to play out, but I rushed forward and tackled the guy seconds before the car came rushing down the street and crashed into an ice cream stand, luckily unoccupied. Apparently the guy’s breaks went out, the second one was me winning 50K on the lottery, of course I played the numbers can’t change that future ha ha..but yeah this is just like the first one, I…know where it’s at, I gotta stop it or some lady is gonna fall to her death, but but get back to me about the ID’s and we can talk business then, and we can talk about us…what us is or what we are.” Floyd corrected his improper grammar at the end as he was rushing, he knew he was unloading a-lot on Amalia about the visions but he couldn’t sit idly by and potentially let someone die. It was painful enough almost watching it unfold in his vision, but seeing he was short on time and that place was about a 20 minute drive away he wanted to hurry. Usually that would mean it’d take him double the time to get there with California’s traffic, but luckily that giant woman’s rampage yesterday had left the streets quite & mostly empty since then from the residual fear that the attack of the 200 foot tall woman might reoccur at any waking moment.

Amalia was glad that she could talk to Floyd and try and help him through what was happening. Honestly, she had started to worry that with everything crazy happening against altered humans that they would all turn bad. She was worried about the humanity that would remain in those who were altered with how they were being treated. "Any time, I am always-" before she could finish Floyd was having his vision. She let out a small scream herself while watching him be in intense pain. She had no idea that the visions could happen while he was awake. Amalia didn't know how to help him, she didn't know what was going on. Her heart hurt, she reached out to touch him on the shoulder. And then he was back and explaining everything how his visions worked, how he had prevented things from happening before, and about his latest vision.

"I would make a joke right now about how you can change the future, and for the better, so you should have just gone and won the lotto, but," She gave him the a weak smile, "It sounds like you need to go be a hero. Just stay safe, okay? We can talk any time, I will be here drawing up some IDs and other fun things. If you had a vision of this, you need to take care of it." Amalia kissed his cheek and bit her lip while smiling, a little worried about what was happening between the two of them and what he was about to go do. But she had to let him go, someone needed him more than her.


After the fucking mess downtown
Amalia's Apartment
Amalia and Floyd Part 1




Floyd made it back to his apartment and got to pacing around the room. After the Lionel incident he ended up meeting with Rita to tell her about the super powered drug lord who was determined to extort money out of their drug operation. In other news she'd informed him of the military being out in the streets gathering at heavily populated areas to administer the new blood tests. This had triggered a light bulb above Floyd's head leading him to develop another business venture on the fly. Fake ID's, specifically ones that had negative altered test results. Using his invisibility he'd snuck into a driving center with a flash drive & extracted a copy of the new state ID & Driver License templates for altered human status. Now was for the hard part getting a copy drawn up and going to his own company PlugRich Media's Graphic department to get the 3D Graphic rendition made. But first he'd need an artist who could expertly draw up a copy of the ID. He was a decent graphic designer himself but had nowhere near the genuine artistic ability to draw a perfect rendition of the ID. As he sat in his apartment frivolously coating his hands in metallic coating the person he needed to call hit him. "Amalia" Floyd uttered aloud softly as he took out his phone and texted her. * Hey Amalia it's Floyd, remember how I said I could get you a merchandise deal for some of your clothes for 30%. Well I haven't made that happen yet, but I've got another way for you to make a lot of money call me ASAP soon as you get this text *Floyd clicked send & shot the text to her.

Amalia felt heavy, her body seemed to be drained after her visit to the FEMA camp, it felt like she literally had weight on her shoulders. Everything seemed to hit at once in such a short time. Going to the FEMA camp, meeting a man who was out for fellow altered humans, a fight broke out in the FEMA camp, running into the wrong corner street where she had no choice but to plaster a smile on her face and get her blood tested. Oh, and don't forget on the news the very giant women who crushed at least a hundred, if not more, people. She had barely gotten out of there alive. Luckily for her she was small and people never really seemed to pay attention to her. She had learned how to be mentally invisible to people after the shit she went through back in New York. Amalia didn't want to be seen by anyone, not after the pain that she went through with her mother and her ex boyfriend. Even in college she stayed in the background and let her clothes speak for her. Although she didn't want to leave her house again. Amalia sat on her couch, just arriving home, she hadn't even bothered to turn on any lights. The curtains were shut that normally shed light from the outside and the street lamps below. The dim darkness in her apartment matched her heaviness. It hurt, she couldn't be invisible now that she had her blood tested and had a fresh new idea that screamed louder than she ever could. She was spiraling until her phone chimed, it was silent in her apartment otherwise so it made her jump. Amalia took a moment to look at her phone, collecting her thoughts together again. 'What in the...' she thought to herself, her mind now twisting into another direction. Physically she rubbed her head hoping to help ease her mind from the sudden switch of impending doom to curious hope. A few taps into her phone and she was calling Floyd up without a second thought. Hey Floyd...

The Lionel situation was occupying Floyd's thoughts, thinking about the superhuman menace he'd made. Rita was right he needed to practice his ability if he was to face him again and win. Since he'd catapulted him into a brick wall with a column of fire it was likely that their next encounter would end with one of them dead and he didn't want it to be him. His phone started buzzing and he snatched it out of his pocket. Glancing at the Caller ID he noticed it was Amalia calling and his face lit up. Hearing her voice on the other hand he felt a wave of relief, it was time for the next phase of his plan to make a boat-load of money that Lionel wouldn't know about. "Hey Amalia, I'm glad you got my message. So Listen, I gotta job for you, I've got this super complex design and I need you to draw the splitting image of it, so I can take that image and get a 3D Graphic rendition at my company's graphic department. What do you say, I'll give you $1500 in cash if you can do it right now." Floyd went into his pockets taking out a wad of cash he had and quickly counted out $1500 in blue hundreds separating the small part of his bankroll to the side as payment for Amalia if she agreed to the task at hand. "What do you say?" Floyd was about to mention the designs he needed drawn were stolen layouts of the Negative Altered Status State ID & Driver License, but he rather divulged that part in person and didn't want to be on record saying that over the phone anyway.

Amalia hesitated, she wasn't sure why. It was Floyd after all, she trusted him and he was offering a good amount of money. If she did get fired from her job after they saw her new positive ID, which screamed, "I am a menace to society!" Then $1500 would come in handy. "Super complex?" She questioned. Amalia had always been good at drawing and recreating images. She used to do it all the time as a kid, she would see a dress she liked and she would draw it up, change what she wanted too, and then her mom would help her sew it before she learned how to sew herself. If Amalia wasn't planning on being a designer she always thought about pursuing an arts career, or even architecture. "Floyd, I really could use the money. I don't want to make any big promises though if it is super complex and without hearing the other details, but, if you need it then you know I am in." Honestly, Floyd didn't even need to offer her the cash. She would have talked herself out into helping him anyways. The cash was a nice perk which helped her decision making process go a bit faster.

Floyd was full of anticipation as he awaited Amalis'a answer, he could already see dollar signs in his head. Artificial Negative status ID Cards would go for a-lot of money in this increasingly anti Altered human climate. "I mean super complex for me but not for you with your talent." Floyd goaded trying to further stroke Amalia's ego to warm her up to the task at hand. "Perfect then let' get it, I've got the schematics for the design with me. Where do you want to meet up your place or mine" Floyd asked it didn't matter to him but he had a car and he knew Amalia didn't as far as he was aware so he realized he might need to be the one in charge of transportation regardless of where she chose to meet

"Cute, but you just want to butter me up. Don't think I can't tell." Amalia laughed, she did appreciate the compliment, it had been awhile since she was complimented on her actual talent, not just her powers that made her seem like a good cook or well off in money. "I have already used up my ride privileges from my neighbor, I might have to actually sleep with him or let him have some under the shirt action if I ask him for another ride today," She responded, "but I can always ask him again if you want me to whore myself out." Amalia spoke sarcastically but with a lightness to her voice. Her sarcasm was never as pronounced as most people's who exaggerated words or made it so obvious that even a dense person could tell they were not being serious. Her sarcasm could take some getting used too, it was gentle, sweet, but had that slight bite to it.

"What no way not me I'm just speaking facts because your talented and beautiful so I'm just telling the truth." Floyd spoke slipping in the beautiful comment. Of course he thought Amalia was pretty smart & very good looking too. Still, truth or not he WAS indeed saying these things to make Amalia feel good as a way of convincing her a trait he'd transferred from the business world to his personal life. "Ah don't do that if your gonna sleep with anyone for rides I gotchu I'll do the double the rides there offering." Floyd said in response not that he'd actually try to make her do anything for something as simple as a ride. The neighbor guy sounded like a real piece of work or someone who should think about doing Uber on the side. "Alright then well it sounds like I should be heading to my car I'll see you in a little bit Amalia." Floyd finished as he fumbled through his pocket for his keys

"Spitting facts at me does help, I won't lie to you," Amalia put the phone up to ear with her shoulder and walked to turn on the lights, if Floyd was coming over she would probably at least clean up the table she used to sketch her ideas. She also cleaned up her draft table to have it ready in case it needed the professional touch. "I can't promise I'll take you up on that, I know you're busy. I can handle one guy," She wanted to tell a joke about Floyd whoring her out instead, but he sounded sincere to her. "I'll see you soon!" She hung up her phone and started to clean up faster now. Thankfully the rest of her apartment was much cleaner, it was just her living room with her designs that never seemed to stay clean.

It wasn't long before Floyd was on his way to Amalia's place. He took a few puffs from a backwood he'd rolled up before just pocketing a few nugs and some wraps to take with him as well as a pack of sour patch edibles. It never hurt to be prepared right? After another try at dealing with San Francisco traffic, and also avoiding getting pulled over by SFPD he had made it outside her place. Looking to his left & right making sure the coast was clear he pulled forward then parked his vehicle. It would be infuriating to crash now after he drove all the way here so he was extra cautious. He was carrying his nike book bag with him that he liked to take everywhere, of course the bag had far less incriminating evidence in it then when he'd met up with Darius at. Taste of Paradise earlier. Slinging the bag that now contained his trusty macbook over his shoulder to re-adjust it accordingly he got out his car, locking the doors, and going over to Amalia's door knocking a few times then waiting for her to come to the door. "Now for the moment of truth." Floyd mentioned out-loud wondering how Amalia would react to the schematics and what he was really trying to get her to write. As long as she didn't harbor any hatred for altered humans or fake ID's she'd probably go along with the idea after all she was getting paid for it

Amalia had just finished tidying up when Floyd arrived. The living room was now closer to what a living room would look like for a normal person, except for the odd arrangements of the three tables. "Floyd," She opened up her door to let him in but let out an audible gasp. He looked like he had taken not just one good punch but multiple, "what? What happened to you? You called about drawing something up but didn't even bother to mention that you look like you just came from a bar fight?" She left her door open to let him come in and started thinking about what she had around the house medicine wise to help him. 'I could draw something for him. I don't think I have much besides an ice pack.'

Floyd was welcome to Amalia's neat & tidy place. He always applauded her on the cleanliness of her place & wished his own was in as good condition as hers was constantly. "Amalia" He responded to her at the door hearing her gasp which was no doubt because of the condition Lionel had left him in after their brawl. "Oh me nothing much I got attacked by a guy who wouldn't take no for an answer to extortion." He replied smoothly as if it was just a nuisance, not wanting to let on to how truly concerned he was about the situation with another dangerous altered human after him. He stepped into the apartment and briefly winced accidentally applying some pressure that caused a jolt of pain to shoot up his right leg. Unlike the false bravado he attempted to demonstrate to his friend when he stepped into the apartment this pain and the tinges of pain it sent through his body couldn't be hidden from her especially the facial expression of agony it caused. He had his handy nike bag slung around his shoulder, and reached for the zipper pulling it downwards to open up the bag. His macbook wrapped in the charger chord was the first object that poked out the bag. "I've got the schematics on my laptop why don't we sit down and let me show you to see if your up for it." He continued on not wanting the conversation to drift to focusing on his current physical condition. This was another reason he wanted to venture into the fake ID's a source of revenue Lionel wasn't aware of, so there was no way he'd deal with any extortion related to it

Amalia stared at him, her eyebrows slightly furrowed while watching Floyd walk into her apartment. She saw the look of agony on his face, it made her realize that it wasn't just his face that took a beating but his whole body. She didn't like that he was getting into trouble with someone, especially over extortion. Amalia was not mad at Floyd but mad at whoever thought it would be a good idea to physically harm him. "I am sorry someone is trying to extort you. If need some medicine or ice, I can get you some." She then went over and pulled up two chairs in front of her normal drawing table, there was an outlet just beside it for her own laptop. "Here is a seat for you, but please," Amalia sighed, "let me know if you need something for your pain. I can help, okay?" She stood beside the chair she had pulled out for him. She knew he would try to hide his pain and be determined to keep moving forward, but that's what she was there for. To bug her friends into caring about themselves as much as she cared about them.

"Thanks Amalia" Floyd said in response to the seat being offered to him, truthfully he prefered to sit down rather then stand up. He was able to stand on his feet just fine but after the beating he took he had no complaints sitting. As the seat was offered he gladly took it plopping down and letting out a relaxing ahhh indicating he was happy to be seated. "As far medecine I've got myself covered in that category perks of the job." Floyd said with a slight grin a pun on the word perks as he was a fan of prescription pain medication for recreational use, his only chemical vice aside from smoking weed. He dug into his nike bag taking out three white percocet pills, and a cold bottle of sprite he'd picked up from the gas station on the way over here. Unscrewing the cap he downed the three pills with a gulp of soda then took a few more swigs before tightening the cap and putting it back in the bag. It wouldn't be long before the three ten milligram pills kicked in & soothed the aches in his body as well as got him quite high considering he'd eaten two edible sour patches on the way here & had been smoking with Rita all afternoon and with Darius at the bar before Lionel pummeled the cannabis outta his pores. "Okay so don't get alarmed but here's what I need you to draw..I can explain." Floyd opened up his laptop and set it on the drawing table turning it to face Amalia. As the screen came alit, he typed in his password and the first thing tha was shown was a split screen. Two different schematics one was negative altered status California State ID & the other was negative altered status California Driver License. "Don't..call the cops okay..L o L." Floyd said the last three words out-loud with a dry tone contrasting what the trio of words stood for when put together. His attempt to disffuse any tension that might arise from what he just showed her

Amalia watched as Floyd self medicated. She made a mental note of what he might need if he ended up crashing here, because who knows what else he had taken during the day before he arrived. On top of the pills... Amalia shook her head, she knew what he did on the side and considering his pain right now it was lucky he could get his hands on medication to ease the pain. She didn't have the time to judge, he wasn't hurting anyone anyways. Amalia proceeded to sit down in the chair next to him and stared at his laptop her eyes growing wide at the two pictures. Of course she knew what the altered ID looked like, she had her own fresh copy in her purse right now, but was he asking her to make fake ID's? "Wait, you want me to," she licked her lips very slightly while thinking, "draw fake ID's? Like, make altered ones into real ones?" Her mind went into multiple directions, she was so tired of having such split emotions all the time. This was either a really good plan and would even help save her, but it also could be a really bad plan.

Floyd hadn't even remembered he had any percocet pills on his person until Amalia had mentioned taking any medication. Considering he used them for recreation some time since working in the music/entertainment industry he was surprised he'd forgotten them when was actually having acute pain. Of course getting hit in the gut by a metallic man tended to cause you to only focus on the essentials in the moment. As Amalia spoke he reached into his pocket and pulled out the $1500 setting it on the table. "Well that would be the idea, you already know my company has a top of the line graphic department. If you can draw both of these I can get a 3D Graphic rendition made, then it's as simple as printing up the ID's. Of course that's a basic summary but when it comes to alternate identification I've dabbled with that "Business" in the past." Floyd had a brief period in college where he'd messed around with making fakes but had decided to err on the side of caution & quit while ahead as the money wasn't worth the potential consequences to him. In this case with altered ID's the penalties were FAR more severe however the financial reward was far greater. But beyond all that or any profit was the fact that he was an altered human and this could let him avoid the harsh penalties being passed along on his kind. Not just him but any other altered who potentially got their hands on these and just wanted to live in peace not torment innocents with their powers. "Look I know what I'm asking in-fact I can pay you another $500 upfront so 2K total, it's not just about the money for me with this one Am..I..I..I'm one of those things..not things those people Altered." Floyd corrected himself feeling things was a detrimental term to label any group as let alone one he himself was part of. It was very risky confessing the truth of the matter but he knew Amalia was a moral person and money couldn't corrupt everyone but he could appeal to the side of hers that wanted to help others.

"I, uh," Amalia stuttered. The rational side of her brain was telling her that this was so incredibly illegal. It wasn't even funny one bit how illegal this was and the consequences of getting caught. Not only were altered humans being stripped of basic rights but anyone seen helping them like this. Could this be labelled as treason? She instinctively started to rub her head again as the other thoughts starting pouring in. Their basic rights could be taken away but easily salvageable if they at least had an ID that didn't stick out. It could help people even if it wasn't legal and wasn't that worth it? And what did it matter to her? She would just draw it up, make sure it was accurate, and then leave the rest to Floyd. Amalia looked at the money then up at Floyd's face when he confessed to be an altered human. It was still an odd label but she could tell from his stutter that it was hard to confess. She knew that feeling all to well as she looked at him. "Floyd," she almost wanted to say no, but she couldn't, "take your money back." She looked at him very seriously, holding it for a moment, deciding it would be a good moment to see if she could make him smile. "I can do it. Easy. If it means helping you and other people, even if you are selling them, then I will do it." Amalia reached over the desk and grabbed her pen and paper, "I know a guy who can help push them too, we can talk about that in a minute. I do ask that we also give some away for free, just so we can have some good karma, of course." She smiled as she started to sketch it out. If he was going to print them, it would need to be as accurate as possible, however, Amalia knew that if she could make it mostly accurate she could bring it to life herself. Give him his own ID right now that he could use today and then sketch out an even more perfect copy for printing. That would be a nice surprise for her friend.

Floyd knew he was making a heavy request to Amalia, the consequences of this were even more severe then if he'd asked her to get involved with the weed business. Of course this situation could provide desperate help to a marginalized people in need. "No I can't do that keep the money I make enough of it go around I'm sure you can use it you deserve it for helping out with this." Floyd wasn't trying to take the money back nor take no for an answer. Besides helping her out he did feel as though the cash served as a sense of finality & responsibility to get the project done. Besides he was going to make plenty more money with the finished product with how bad things were getting with President Forrester's new laws. "I'm bound to give some away, this is crime not a charity but If I find others like me who don't have the money for it and need them they can have em." Floyd wasn't just talking while he was very motivated to make money he didn't put it before people's lives. "You have no idea how it feels being one of them. Having these strange abilities that people judge you for but you just got sick, got better and got like this. I didn't ask for this and I don't think anyone else did, sometimes I wonder if it's a blessing or a curse." Floyd pondered speaking his thoughts aloud reflecting on the whole being altered human situation

"Okay, I'll take the original amount we discussed to make you feel better." She let out a small inaudible chuckle. Amalia was quiet for a moment while he spoke, her mind on sketching the image in front of her. She listened to his words and understood where he was coming from, more than he could even understand at this moment. "Just a few every now and then. I know you need to make money on it, but it will make me feel better if someone down bad gets a little bit of light in their life. You know?" Amalia continued to sketch the ID. For her to manifest one it wouldn't need to be exact, in fact, having the pictures in front of her along with the sketch one would make it really easy for her to manifest this one. "I can make it look exact, that will take more time, obviously. But," she showed him the first sketch with was pretty similar but it had some small continuity issues. "I always hate telling someone I know exactly how they feel, because everyone feels different," Amalia put the paper down after showing him then covered it with her hand, concentrating on both the picture on his laptop and her drawing. When she manifested things there was no special effect like how she would picture her power in the movies. She thought it would be cooler if there was some kind of sparkle or glow, but no, the item would just appear. Amalia turned back to Floyd and held out an physical ID with his name on it, one that freed him of the insignia of being an Altered, "I would like to think it is blessing as long as we use it right."


The smell of coffee freshly brewed filled the air in the wide, pure white, open kitchen. The kitchen led right into the dining room, that way no matter who was in the kitchen cooking could always hear the action happening at the large white oak table. The only noise in the house was the sound of a spoon stirring and hitting the edges of a coffee cup. Cynthia shuffled quietly into the large living space which connected from the dining room by a step down, the floor turning from African blackwood into a light grey carpet. The entire first floor was incredibly open, Cynthia had designed it herself. She wanted to know where everyone was at all times while in her house. During meetings nobody was allowed to slip away to another room or take any private phone calls.

Cynthia sat down on her main couch that faced her 85 inch television. She sunk deep into the charcoal grey couch that appeared to be made out of almost all pillows and started to sip her coffee while turning on the TV to listen to the news.

She watched the president’s address to the city and despite the provisions and restrictions made to altered humans she felt no panic at all. In fact, with the president’s restrictions and not protecting the altered human’s rights they would be desperate for jobs and protection. And she had many plans on how to not only use altered humans and their fears but also the rich and their own fears.

Cynthia’s front door started to unlock and she reached down below the cushions for a gun. Even though anyone who could gain access to her house, which required getting past the guards at the gate and the guards on the grounds, could be trusted, one could never be too careful.

“Amor!” A voice rang out. It was Jessica, Cynthia’s secretary and acquaintance. “I got my blood test done and wanted to talk to you about some plans. I have a couple of different ideas on how you can use your powers.” Jessica was not an altered human and was one of the few people to know about Cynthia and the extent of her power.

“¿Mande?” Cynthia asked her to repeat herself and spoke very lightly to Jessica. She hadn’t finished her coffee yet and didn’t feel like dealing with Jessica’s next big idea. Jessica came in handy, she was a good secretary and could keep a secret. She kept plans in line for Cynthia and worshipped the ground she walked on but it was obvious she wanted more from Cynthia and it began to get on her nerves three months ago when she first developed her powers.

“Why don’t you have an ID that shows you are an altered human?” Jessica asked, “Wouldn’t it strike more fear into people’s hearts if you could show them, without revealing your powers, that you are altered?”

It was true, Cynthia had a normal ID card. Cynthia had managed to use her abilities to alter the memories of the person who would have taken her test into believing what they saw was a negative, this way even in the system she would show up as a regular person.

“Do you think I don’t strike fear in people’s hearts already?” Cynthia asked while still staring straight at the TV screen. Jessica now stood at the end of the couch looking at Cynthia.

“No, you do,” Jessica stuttered, “but I thought it would be a good idea. I actually need your help with your powers. I don’t want you to just use them but you might have to.” Jessica bit her lip as she confessed, “I kind of have told a guy about your latest operation, I thought he was one of us! But it turns out he wasn’t and I don’t think you would have to change his memory, he could be useful to us, but if you just flashed your card saying you were a bad ass woman who is altered then maybe…” So much for being a good secret keeper, Cynthia thought.

“Let me get this straight, puta, you told a random guy at a bar about my latest moves in this city? And you want me to spare him. Or wait, you want me to spare you?” Cynthia was still talking very lightly and staring at the TV. She cracked her neck to the right and tightened her grip on her coffee and the gun in the other hand.

“It actually wasn’t a random guy. I really thought he was one of us! He’s Tina’s guy, you know? So I thought he knew things and was part of it all.” Jessica was starting to panic, she knew she had fucked up but she didn’t realize how badly.

“Now you want me to go and clean up your mess? You didn’t just kill the guy yourself? And Tina is not in on most of our operations either. How could you really be that much of a gilipollas? Did the energy storm three months ago fuck you up? You aren’t the same anymore.” Cynthia’s voice rose with intensity as she asked each question to Jessica. Jessica was now visibly shaking at the end of the couch.

Something Cynthia learned from her father a long time ago was there few but important reasons to kill someone in your group. You didn’t want to just mow down and kill people who were loyal to you, that set a bad precedent. However, Jessica had crossed a line. Ever since three months ago when Cynthia revealed her powers to her she hadn’t acted the same. She was making stupid mistakes, running her mouth, trying to climb up the ladder that didn’t even exist for someone like Jessica. Now she had to decide to either use her powers to alter someone’s memory, he was sleeping with someone who ran drugs for her, or just kill him. Killing him would hurt Tina though, someone who was still part of her familia even if she was lower on the food chain. Jessica had put her in a tight spot and she could no longer deal with it.

Cynthia stood up from the couch with the hand holding the gun hanging down very loosely. She walked up the step and into the kitchen to put down her coffee, which had now grown cold. She then pulled out her phone and sent a text message to one of her guards which read,, Remove Jessica, permanently. Now.

Cynthia easily could have shot her with the gun. She wasn’t the best aim but she was close enough to Jessica that she could finish her right here and now. But she had a few rules as to when she killed people. Number one, don’t kill without an audience. Number two, don’t kill inside the nice house.

Within a minute a guard appeared at the door with a gun in hand. Jessica screamed for a moment, knowing that he came here to silence Jessica. The guard knocked Jessica out though and carried her away.

“Mi amor...” Cynthia sighed and decided to make another batch of fresh coffee to restart her morning.


"Steak pie? Huh, I doubt we do. But maybe I can help you make one! But steak pies sound like meat pies and that is what Sweeney Todd was making, now wasn't it? I am not stepping into a trap here," Amalia laughed while talking to Jennifer, she thought about how she could draw up the ingredients to a steak pie, once she figured out what it needed, rather easily. If she did it that way she wouldn't have to explain how she was making food. "Well, Jennifer the teacher from England, it is nice to meet you. I don't know how you got stuck here though, or how you will get back. It seems like everything is going into lockdown. And the water supplies," Amalia sighed, "that's rough. I don't know how to help there. But I might be able to help with the phone situation at least! A teacher should have a phone, you know? In case of emergencies and what not. I can come back after the school time and see what I can do help."

Amalia could either buy a simple phone or possibly draw one up. She hadn't actually thought to draw up a phone, it was small enough that it seemed simple. Manifesting a working phone though might be a little difficult, but she was more than willing to try. Or take the easy route and buy it, she had been saving money the last few months.

Just as she was thinking about the phone, her own phone started to chime. It was an alert about the live press conference from the president. She pulled out her phone to start the video and stood close to Jennifer so she could see what was happening too.

After he announced the new rules Amalia stared in shock, "What can any altered human even do now? That's almost every right," Amalia shook her head, she almost said every right she had, "they have. How long will this last?" What would this mean for her own business? When would she need to get tested? Would her job fire her when they found out? Could she be kicked out of her building? There is so many rights a protected class has, that is why they are protected. You could be evicted, jobless, denied food stamps, and a plethora of other things and you would have no right to fight it all. You would only be able to lay down and take it. By saying the altered humans were not a protected class it basically put a target on everyone's back to say, "Hey! You can beat me and I can't do anything about it!" Police wouldn't have to take action, hospitals could deny you. Amalia wasn't sure how she would live this kind of life, all she wanted was to be happy. She wouldn't use her powers in a malicious way, or at least she couldn't see herself doing so. Although this thought intrigued her. "Would I use my powers to hurt someone? She thought about her scam artist best friend, Simon. If he was in trouble, which god knows with the shit he pulled, she might hurt someone to protect him. But did that inherently make her evil?

It was too early for her to be thinking these kinds of thoughts or she would start to spiral for who knows how long. No, she couldn't let herself right now. Right now she was not tested, right now she could keep living normal. 'Start with today...' she thought. Her mother used to say it all the time to her as a kid. She was so eager when she was just a child to grow up and begin her life as an adult that sometimes she would get overwhelmed with the thought and have panic attacks. Her mom used to soothe her and simply say, "Start with today."

@Bai Suzhen


Amalia watched the children line up excited to see the little girl bring more children and Jennifer, who was notably very pretty, back with her. The girl really reminded her of herself and it made grin, along with how Jennifer took control and talked to the kids. "I am sorry I couldn't be here sooner. There is so many people who need help. I don't have much but," she looked around at the faces while talking to Jennifer, "I have starved for food before." When it was sunny at home, just like today, all of her family used to eat outside together. Her older cousin was the one who always tried to sneak extra food or cut in line. Then New York happened, money was low, food barely made it on the table. Even after moving out food hardly made its way to her table still, until recently.

Although the FEMA Camp was a very different situation compared to her home life as a child, it made Amalia feel warm inside. She lived to chase her dream of happiness from her family again, so moments like this, even though the times were rough, made her feel closer to her old self again. A feeling that wouldn't last for long. She felt like a pendulum, one days like this she would recharge and her emotions would swing high and steady. But as time went on she would feel the low, the drowsiness, the bitterness. "Am I a good person or am I just chasing the high?" Amalia wondered.

Amalia returned Jennifer's handshake and introduced herself, "My name is Amalia Mendoza. It is a pleasure to get you a nice crispy salad today! If you are gonna eat healthy, it should at least taste good. Let me know if you crave anything else, I have my ways of getting it." She gave a small wink. Maybe it was risky, but one, It was just food, right? It couldn't be a dead giveaway that something strange was happening. And two, at this rate everyone would know who were altered humans anyways. "I like how you talked to the kids," Amalia pointed out, "you seem to have made an impression on them."

@Bai Suzhen


Amalia sat on her old brown rolling chair in front of her white sewing machine. The needle had just broken inside of the denim jacket which Amalia had been trying to sew for what felt like ages now. Her sewing machine was not quite powerful enough to get through the beautiful, but thick, blue fabric. "Why does denim have to be in style right now?" She felt defeated, a feeling she was becoming all too familiar with.

The one bedroom apartment had every light on, with every window open. This nice apartment in San Francisco cost her more than half of her monthly income the remaining amount always went to fabric and rarely food or other necessities. Amalia was living the starving artist life, even before the energy storm which, despite the new abilities she possessed, made her even more desperate for anything to be less of a struggle. She just wanted life to be simple again, happy.

Amalia could draw herself a new needle for her sewing machine, the needles were getting stronger and stronger as she manifested them off the white sketchbook. In return with each drawing she felt herself growing. Often she wondered if she wasn't doing enough with her power. What more could she do? Could she cause as much pain and destruction as others with new abilities?

The more Amalia thought about the bigger things she could do one day the more she wanted to scream. Overwhelmed. Scared. She felt it all, she just wanted a simple life. Yet she was here in this one bedroom apartment, away from both her New York and Philippines home with looming despair hanging over her. One would think Amalia wouldn't turn on the news, however, she turned on her phone to listen to the President's broadcast.

"A blood test, huh? So they can track us? Or will they throw us away as soon as they know?" Amalia wondered out loud, "What freedoms could they be taking from us?" Amalia flipped through a few more videos on her phone. She was trying to steer away from radicals, like the Benny Stein or Reaper. Both of them leaned so far right or so far left that it made Amalia's head spin.

There were few things she truly enjoyed right now. Amalia had very few close friends in the city, but she always enjoyed the company of the few she had, in particular Simon Hart. The other thing that made the days less dreadful and filled with anxiety was giving back to those who lost everything in the storm. Amalia found that her new power could be used for some good, which should earn her bonus points with the purging of the enhanced humans came, right?

Amalia pushed off her rolling chair and walked over to a second table in her living room which had her sketch books and ideas on it. She started drawing all kinds of food items. Burgers, fries, salad, cupcakes, and her personal favorite, danishes. When she first discovered that she could save money by drawing food the food items she drew up were god awful. They were real, the right size, and the right color when she manifested them, but they tasted worse then cardboard, flavored with pepper. After a lot of practice, and gaining a few pounds she swore she would work off, the food had become exceptional. Amalia wished she could feed more FEMA camps and homeless shelters in San Fran and more often, but making enough food for one camp already took a toll on her. She could already feel the migraine coming and if she wasn't careful the eternal nosebleed would start. (At least she called it eternal, really it just lasted longer than she would like).

After she finished up drawing enough food she grabbed some containers that she drew up the previous day along with some bags and headed out the door. Amalia did not have a car but did have a cute smile that would catch her neighbors attention, Dallyn, who did have a car. Yes, she was using him. The idea of having a single, down on her luck, lonely girl like Amalia in his bed was enough to make him drop anything he was doing and help her. She had wished Dallyn would help out of the goodness of his heart, but, beggars can't be choosers, now can they?

With a knock on the door and smile to Dallyn he drove her right outside of the city to a FEMA camp. This was the first time Amalia had been out to this particular camp so nobody really knew her or what she was doing. When she first showed up at the other camps people took her food with caution and ate small bites, worried that she was someone trying to eliminate the population or potential enhanced humans. However after making small talk and showing a bit of kindness they usually warmed up to her.

Amalia started passing out the food to the people at the camp. She saw a cute little girl with wide green eyes staring up at her and her heart melted. She remembered how her cousins and her used to up to her grandmother waiting to be served delicious baked treats, fresh from the oven, after school. Amalia felt a bit of a bitter sweet emotion run through her as she made sure the little girl walked away with her own personal favorite, the danish.







I am interested as well! It sounds really cool!
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