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Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

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The Energy Storm

Jace Williams

Time: Late Morning
Location: San Francisco, Safe House
Interaction: Sanzhar @The Man Emperor

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The next morning Jace was up and cooking breakfast. Some bacon, eggs & sausage links were all he required to be ready. He decided to cook up some extra and leave it on top of the stove covered up in case his new friend wanted any. A long night of rest combined with a couple corona’s had been enough to get him rested & relaxed for the next day. As he was wolfing down his breakfast he was flipping through different news channels to get more intel about recent events with altered humans.

“Great so this Lori chick is fucking it up for damn near everyone, she don’t walk around at Godzilla size so I gotta find her and wring her neck.” Jace spat out angered by her violent actions downtown, and his inability to confront her yesterday due to being drained from engaging the mutant & fleeing the authorities afterwards.

He fetched a piece of paper and a pen. He decided to leave a message for Sanzhar in more traditional means since he’d terminated his phone the day prior out of fear of being traced by authorities. He paused for a minute to think about what he was going to etch on the paper before settling on a message.

Yo it’s ya boy no name needed cuz ya know haha
Anyway I’m sliding out yeen got no phone so
I’m writing a message down
The rest of the breakfast on the stove is yours if you want it big dawg
I’m headed out to meet my home girl to ask her about your situation
And handle some business of my own
There’s guns underneath the cushion of the couch
And guns in the drawer by the stove
And more guns in the back of the fridge behind the orange juice
If I don’t come back within 24 hours I probably got double crossed by this chick
Not that I expect you to do anything but forewarning I’d make my way out
Of this spot after a whole 24 go by.

Jace finished the letter and wrote his burner phone number on the bottom of the paper, not wanting to risk leaving his real phone number out. He’d deliberately not written his name or his alias as shade on the paper, again not wanting to implicate himself. After that he left heading out the front door, he took out his car keys for the jeep but recalled that he abandoned it in the forest area 23 minutes out. Considering the chase he had he figured it wasn’t a smart move to retrieve the vehicle any-time soon as it was probably swarming with cops & soldiers. Even if it wasn’t he was paranoid they could have found out and left a trap, or a tracker on it.

So he went the opposite way from the way they came yesterday evening from dropping off the car. After about 25 minutes he’d reached civilization, he decided to leave his backpack with his SHADE gear at the safe house. Especially since he was on foot he didn’t want to be spotted with the gear, the only things he had where his regular phone, Burner phone, a pistol tucked in his jeans, Air Pods,
Wallet & some cash. Luckily he’d stashed his duffel bag at Nikia’s store in a spot out back while he was over there yesterday.

He briefly pondered on the cash’s safety there, but neither Nikita nor her mother knew where the spot was or how to access it meaning it would be out of their Hands. While he trusted Nikita somewhat, his mom didn’t have that same courtesy extended to her from him. Really he didn’t trust either of them with those sums of cash, but in hindsight it was good he didn’t bring them to the safe-house because he wouldn’t have left them over there with metal man. He might have had friendly streak yesterday to save him from military & monsters but people were funny around money.

He opted to call an Uber to a used car dealership he was familiar with. On the ride there whilst in the back-seat he recounted the travel money he had with him around 20K. After giving the driver a generous $100 tip he went inside to handle his affairs. He ended up purchasing a used 2012 black charger for around 9K in cash after haggling the dealership owner down from $12,500. He also convinced or rather pressed him into letting him borrow the dealer tag that was already on the back of the car.

The last thing he wanted to do was be riding around with no tag at all, and the fact that he hadn’t submitted to the blood test meant he still had his old form of identification. A quick google & twitter search alerted him to the fact that now In order to purchase vehicles one required the new license that included your altered status. President Forrester’s new laws weren’t going to be easy to get around, and especially so in San Francisco after Lorizilla’s attack downtown. He was just happy that he had another vehicle that wasn’t the jeep, and some temporary tags to keep him from getting hemmed up in a regular traffic stop.

Now that he had transportation, he needed to get in contact with the FSS woman from yesterday. He had felt a little iffy about a partnership with a Russian spy, but perhaps he’d made the best choice after all. The laws here were extremely oppressive of his kind, and he felt a double whammy being an African American male & a superhuman.

He could only imagine how much worst it was in other states for people with his combined discriminated status such as Georgia, Alabama, & Mississippi. His next step was one of upmost importance as well, he ended up running by a burger joint to grab a bite to eat. Sure he’d scarfed down some breakfast earlier, but he’d split his portion in half to leave some from Sanzhar. Partially to be courteous to his guest and partially to not give him another reason to leave & wander around the safe-house. It dawned on him that he knew little about that man besides the fact that he was a journalist, had the power to control metal & saved his life yesterday from two simultaneous threats that almost ended it.

While he was still grateful, that really wasn’t enough. At the same time he was a man of his word, and offered that man safe housing at least until he could get in contact with Anya to confirm whether or not his true identity had been compromised during the conflict yesterday. But what if it had was he going to remove him from the safe house & toss him to the wolves. Not only did he have it’s location he also knew of his dual identity as Shade, which even Nikita & his own family wasn’t aware of.

Jace took a seat at a table in the burger joint he’d ventured out too. Grabbing the bottle of ketchup he sprayed some down on his burger & fries before going to town with his strawberry lemonade handy. “What a fucking day.” Jace said aloud to himself as he sated his hunger with a handful of fries.

Looking out the window he admired his new charger, it was the perfect excuse to splurge on a new vehicle. The jeep being compromised made it practically necessary so he had no qualms on spending drug money on the vehicle, and he’d managed to stay under 10 thousand to avoid the transaction having to be reported.

“I’m gonna need to find a new way to spend that money, maybe buy my way into partial ownership of Nikita’s mama store, that’s one way to get Lionel off the back, but it might get me into some shit with the IRS. Then again after what that ruthless bitch did yesterday there’s bound to be people hurting, people need help, I can’t believe she whacked the fucking hospital.”

Jace was talking to himself quietly about what his next move would be. When Sanzhar had asked him yesterday, he’d deflected and simply stated it would be business as usual. But so much had changed in the past 24 hours. His new association with the Russian agent, the violent altered attack on his home-turf and strangest of all was the mutant attack. Aside from Lori & Lionel beating down his girlfriend’s mom for funds he found that to be the most alarming. He’d dedicated his life to using his newfound powers to rid the streets of crime one body at a time. So in a way he felt he was obligated to confront altered human criminals as well.

The only problem aside from how much more difficult that would be then tearing apart high school drop out thugs was the attention it attracted from law enforcement. In combination with the strain it put on his powers to go against worthy opponents he didn’t want leave himself vulnerable enough to get nabbed by regular street cops or worst heavily armed soldiers. He’d read about how the President had deployed the actual U.S Military to San Francisco this morning & rumors of the city being put on lockdown in the next 48 hours.

“Whatever” Was all Jace had to say about that as he went back to his meal. Soon it would be time to regroup with the agent from yesterday. He was looking forward to that, more so about the promising intel on the mysterious Liberty organization she’d brought up yesterday. They seemed to be the most credible & dangerous threat to him posed by government forces. He’d went out of his way not to use his powers in a brutal manner against his would be captors yesterday, but Sanzhar had played a large role in that.

The nature of his powers left him little non-violent options against anyone trying to enrapture him. But with people like Lori wrecking the city & slaughtering thousands he wouldn’t always have the luxury of being able to diffuse conflicts with the national guard & police non-violently. At least not without tag teaming with Sanzhar, and he wasn’t in the mood or business of working with others as a full time thing. He was much more comfortable doing this as a solo gig for a multitude of reasons least of which was the fact that he didn’t want to incriminate himself for multiple murders around another person who wasn’t bulletproof like him.

His phone buzzed and he went to pick it up. He saw a strange image of Shade standing on a rooftop. “The fuck?”

He swiped to the right to see it was from an unknown number. Seeing three gray dots at the bottom alerted him to the fact that the person was in the midst of typing a message. “Who the hell is this”

The next message caused him to be concerned it simply read “I know who you are, and what you do.” Jace paused feeling his anxiety he never knew he had starting to kick in, even lessening the taste of his half eaten delicious cheese burger. He didn’t respond causing another message from the random number to come through. “I have proof of what you do, and I’m willing to share it to the world, unless you help me save my own world.” The message came through and struck Jace like a bullet from a semi automatic weapon.

Who the fuck is this, and what the fuck are they talking about? They can’t know who I am, but they sent that picture of Shade. Is it bruh from the crib, does he have another phone did I make a mistake, I swear I’ll kill that motherfucker with my bare hands The confusion and anxiety were now being intertwined with rage and the sting of betrayal. He thought about hopping in the charger and speeding off to the safe-house to kill his new house guest. He paused as the phone began ringing, it was the unknown number.

“Hello” Jace answered right away half expecting to hear the journalist’s voice on the other hand telling him he got played.

“Hello Mr. Williams, I must say I’m quite the fan of your work, a bit bloody if you ask me, but who am I to judge, after all that right is reserved for God” the voice on the other end of the line was one Jace did not recognize, for a brief moment he was happy it wasn’t Sanzhar. That was followed by more confusion & fear of who the hell he was talking to.

“I don’t know what your talking about buddy, but you got the wrong fucking idea.”

“Really okay, how about this I’m going to send you a link to a private youtube video. Go ahead open it and enjoy the contents, I’ll stay on the line Mr. Williams.”

Bing Bing, sure enough the link was sent. Jace muted the caller and opened up the video. His eyes widened in shock, there he was in 4K fighting the mutant. The moments he captured were of the initial battle he had against the mutant before he’d managed to knock it away and retrieve his mask from the bag. That meant it was a bystander who instead of fleeing from the beast that was ripping people to shreds stayed back to catch him on film. Jace closed the youtube app and returned to the call un-muting the mysterious man on the other end.

“Okay you got my attention, apologies that I didn’t let that motherfucker kill you, clearly I made a mistake, I didn’t know.” Jace spoke with anger in his tone, starting to get the picture that this stranger with the nerve to capture his heroism on camera was someone he’d saved.

“Alright so we’re both aboard this truth train. You may call me Adam, I’m what you might call an admirer. You see I’ve gotten tied up in some real messy business, taking some money from some very violent people, and let’s just say I’m short a couple…hundred….thousand.” Adam added the last part on the end and Jace laughed.

“So you got involved with some loan sharks and now they finna kill you, man sounds like you shoulda fed yourself to big, tall and ugly yesterday huh, I’m happy to know I only prolonged your suffering on earth.”

“Oh but no you didn’t you see of the men who I owe money too, two of them were already silenced by Shade, I guess for their involvement with the distribution of some pretty nasty narcotics. Suffice to say the remainder survived and they now want their money more than ever since there drug flow cash has been wiped out permanently. I need you to kill them and if you don’t I’ll be telling the entire world about your true identity, I’m quite capable with drones by the way. I actually had one follow you for quite a bit after you split, oh and I managed to get your sidekick on footage too both before and after putting on his mask, all in one continuous video, hold on I’ll send the link for that as well.”

Bing bing, oh brother the same deal. Jace eyed the footage from the second youtube link and almost crushed his phone in anger. This Adam guy had some nerve, gets his life saved and now wants to blackmail both Jace & his new journalist ally into committing murder. “Oh so your trying to make sure you get killed huh either by me or them, your not good at this whole surviving thing are you” Jace retorted with venom in his voice.

“On the contrary Mr. Williams I believe I am doing spectacular compared to yesterday morning. Anyway I’m a generous man, so even though I lack time I will offer it to you. I’ll give you 24 hours to make your decision do you want to fix my problems or gain some new ones for yourself. Exposing you will ruin your life, it won’t save mine, but at least we’ll both go to hell together. I’ll be calling you around the same time tomorrow to see what you decide, enjoy your day Shade.”

Click, the phone went dead and Jace set the phone down on the table. Looking at his food he turned away he’d lost his appetite. It seemed the age old saying was still true, no good deed goes unpunished.

Rita Salzaras

Time: Late Morning
Location: San Francisco, Middle Class Suburb
Interaction:

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“PLEASE NO!!! SPARE US!!!! Rita we’ll have the bread tomorrow, trust me the guy we gave it to he’s suppose to give it back tomorrow, we just need a little more time.” A Vietnamese man dressed in business casual was speaking pleading with the Salzaras siser.

He had two associates with him, one black man & another a white man. They were all gathered in the living room in a nice suburban neighborhood. Rita had loaned the trio $50,000 dollars for some project they claimed would triple her returns in a week or two’s time. The problem was that it was getting close to a month, in fact one more day and it would be that exactly.

“Listen to me Chang, I don’t have time for this, I told you I need my money now. Something’s come up and my man won’t be happy if I’m not bringing that fifty back now your telling me this project involved a fourth person? Sadly they’re not here to feel the burn are they? Lucky them right?” Rita taunted the trio who seemed to be cowering in fear.

The caucasian man decided to speak, he was dressed in goth attire & had dyed his hair red. “Listen Rita I.”

“Shut the fuck up Rob! You will speak when spoken to, honestly you all should be more like Nate he ain’t said a word unless he’s been addressed, in-fact Chang I’ve always hated you the most.” Rita’s hands lit up with fire which elected screams from all three men. Rita unleashed a funnel of flames that consumed Chang.

The Vietnamese man screamed in agony as the fire engulfed him. Rob & Nate both sept out the way as both Chang & his couch were engulfed in fire. The smell of burning flesh assaulted their nostrils as Rita poured more flames onto the man. Incinerating him, his skin, his body, and his furniture. As the flames spread and danced towards the remaining duo who were on the verge of tears. Rita snapped her fingers and recalled her power. The flames that were beginning to spread through the living room were all dragged back into her hand.


Chang’s corpse lay on the carpet unrecognizable and charred. “Unless you two want to join him in HELL, I suggest, I ENCOURAGE & DEMAND you bring me my motherfucking money immediately!!!!!!! I figure if there’s a fourth guy then one had to go, three’s the limit, and besides as Chang said he was the least involved so he was the least likely to be able to cough up the money right?”

“R..R..R. right Rita, We’re going to get in contact with him right away, we’ll have the money tomorrow night.” Rob yelled

“Fuck that, tomorrow afternoon! Rob is tripping, he’s tripping! Don’t burn us please!!!” Nate pleaded, the first words the black man had spoken in the past twenty minutes of their encounter.

“Yeah what he said, I’m tripping, falling, no balance all of that.” Rob added in-between gasps of fear from witnessing Rita’s violent display of her flaming powers.

“Hmph tomorrow afternoon it is, and please don’t try running, I have people with eyes everywhere, if you want to test that theory it’ll be your last test ever in life. And I’ll take my time burning you both to a crisp slowly, like a turkey roast if you try. I need my fucking money yesterday!!!!” Rita screamed at the men.

Finally feeling as though she instilled enough fear in them she left slamming the door on her way out. The two men were shaking with fear at what just happened, the third member of their musketeers was fried alive. Soon after both men got up, and we’re moving with purpose. They’d pissed off a Salzaras and now they were suffering the fiery wrath of one.

“Yo fuck! She killed Chang, what the fuck are we gonna do! I think I got like 5K in my savings, and I can borrow 2 from my credit card, what do you have?!”

“Me?! Fuck I mean I’ve got 4K in my joint savings account with my wife, and like $1500 in cash, and if I sell the rest of my perks I can make that 2 bands, but fuck this. We shouldn’t of listened to Chang, talking about give the damn bread to Adam, I knew it! We shoulda just fucking re’d up on crystal and stuck to what we was doing, but nooooo we gotta listen to Chang, cause his buddy Adam is the fucking plug for money huh, that’s why I’m finna sell my fucking medication and your getting a cash advance from your fucking American Express right?! Even if we do all of that shit, that’s 13K, we’d still be short 37 grand. No fuck that, I don’t give a damn if Chang is dead, Adam’s going give us that bread.”

“He’s not going have it till tomorrow evening that’s what he said, and he’s been bullshitting us for two weeks. I’m thinking whatever he tried to do ain’t work we might be dead, we gotta run.” Rob replied to Nate who responded by pulling a gun out.


“No fuck that we ain’t running, you ain’t running! I gotta a wife, and two kids. I can’t go no fucking where, you two the ones who got me roped into selling meth cause of y’all fucking problems. Yeah I wanted the money, but now a super powered drug lord’s sister is coming up in my house burning people alive and my $1300 couch! My Wife is getting back from Hawaii next week!!!!! Enough is enough, clearly whatever he did ain’t fucking work. Adam gotta cough up that 50 bands, and not tomorrow evening, tomorrow fucking morning or I’m gonna blow his fucking head off. “

“Oh yeah killing him going get the bread back?!”

“So you think we going get burned alive, and that cock-sucker going live, you got me 100 million percent fucked up!” Nate responded angrily almost growling.


“I’m just saying why you ain’t point the pistol at her, you shoulda shot her ass when she turned around if anything.” Rob replied frantically this whole situation was one giant mes they were roped in financially and otherwise.

“He’s on trial for insider trading for 40 million fucking dollars!!!!!!!! HE HAS a 50 piece tucked away somewhere, I don’t give a fuck if it’s his LAST his EMERGENCY money, this is an emergency! Look over by where my couch use to be, and you’ll see a charred asian man on the ground! “

“Fuck I mean wasn’t he shopping with Chang on crystal, he mighta snorted or smoked that shit away, you said it yo self if he was hitting for 40 million he mighta burned through his emergency cash, he thought he was rich, he was rich, hell that’s why Chang gave him our bread! He said he was going turn our 50K into 5 mill, and we split three ways, pay off Rita & get out the meth game.” Rob responded as he put his hands on his head rubbing his temples angrily while stressing out.

“Well that motherfucker better un-snort or un-smoke that shit or we gonna be smoked FORREAL! Give me ya phone or I’ll kill you right now.” Nate screamed and snatched Rob’s phone texting Adam furiously that he had to meet them in the morning with the money or else.

“Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck, this is crazy this is crazy!!! “ If only I ain’t spend all that money on that girl I met on that roleplaying site, xoxomissclaire, fuck fuck fuck!!!! I had to have spent at least 50K on her alone over the past four months, damn it!!!! All those oh thank you Magix, oh your the best Magix, wow I’ve never met a man like you magix, fuck I was so stupid!!!! Rob was filled with regret for the money he wasted simping over a girl he’d met on an Internet forum. He’d blown through his savings as he was living off the money they were making from selling crystal. He had reached a breaking point his life was falling apart.

“Come on let’s go, we ain’t finna just sit here, we finna keep an eye on that motherfucker, just in case he tries to pull some dumb shit, we need to be ready, if he do try to run he going take some money with him, and that’s when my Glock going go bow bow, either way whether he give us that shit in the morning or try to run with it, we going get it. I’m not finna get lit on fire, and I’m not shooting Hector Salzaras sister either by the way you dumb motherfucker. Cause getting chopped Ito tiny pieces or fed to alligators or both at the same time is almost worst then being burned alive, come on.”


Nate commanded as he tucked his gun and motioned for Rob to follow him out of the house. He didn’t want to stick around and ponder the depth of their situation not with there friend’s roasted corpse looking back at them on his now burnt carpet. All he was thinking about was getting paid, getting that money to Rita & then going back to his life before selling meth without ever looking back.

Meanwhile Rita was back in her car and had pulled out of Nate’ driveway a while ago. She’d stopped at gas station to fill her tank. She sighed as she pulled the pump out and placed it back on the rack. Usually Floyd was the one who filled her gasoline, but he wasn’t with her right now. This was a horrible day, nothing like last night when she was excited about him buying that bar & strip club. She’d offered to go half on the expenses with him, which she regretted today.

The drug warehouse they had was littered with dead bodies & destroyed product. She only had 22 grand to her name in cash, the rest of the money was in her bank & stocks. Pulling out the money she needed from her stocks wouldn’t help her in 24 hours as it took a few days to liquidate. As for the bank that would raise questions with her brother who she was skimming drugs from. He was well aware that quite a bit of narcotics were missing from the last few shipments, and by now she knew he’d asked his girlfriend Cynthia who was out in California to investigate.

She regretted loaning the money to Nate. But he’d been a consistent client for meth for the past few months, and had always done business before the last two weeks. He claimed he had a money move that would bring her back an extra 100K which was an offer she was tempted by. Sure just like Floyd they didn’t now she was stealing drugs from her brother to sell them, but they weren’t stupid enough to cross her. She was a Salzaras, the sister of the most notorious & now most powerful cartel in California ever since the energy plague got the border closed down yet Hector was still able to get drugs flowing into the states.

She started up her car and lit a Newport once she was away from the pump. She felt like she was stuck between a rock, a hard place & an even harder place. The joint drug warehouse she had with Floyd was a total loss, she’d loaned over twice the amount of cash she had on hand to her biggest meth dealer only to experience “complications” for the first time ever. Hector was on to the fact that drugs had went missing and no doubt if she made the wrong move he could figure out was her. She couldn’t risk doing anything out of the ordinary like randomly pulling 25K out of her account which her brother monitored to make sure she wasn’t trying to kickstart her own operation out in California. Then Floyd was trying to buy TAP in the next 24 hours, and she didn’t have the cash she needed. The last thing she needed was for him to get wind of that and start asking questions that would cause everything she built with him to collapse.

“Fuck!” Rita yelled out angry but this curse she let out wasn’t about the stress of everything that was happening. She noticed she’d left her card in the terminal at the pump, and gasped. This is not the time for me to be leaving my card! With the current financial crunch she was in, there was no room for errors as far as misplacing any cash or financial instruments what-soever.

Luckily she wasn’t but a small distance away close enough that she could see the pump and that it was still unattended. She spun the wheel around making a u-turn and zooming back to the pump. After coming to a screeching halt that left skid marks she hopped out the car & retrieved her bank card.

Rita was extremely grateful that she noticed the card had been left behind right away & that no other unsavory character had managed to snag it. Getting back in her car she opted not to pull her seat belt around her figuring that she only had a short distance to get back to her place from here. Potentially getting catapulted out her seat was the least her eyes, not with everything else that was happening at the same time.

Rita was logged into her mobile bank app to check to make sure no one had used her card for gasoline in the extremely short time it took her to come back to get her card from the pump. Whilst that was mostly just her own paranoid thoughts considering it was where she left it she didn’t need any more problems. Seeing that everything was okay Rita decided to go inside the gas station to get a beverage. Unfortunately for her "problems" came looking for her when she stepped back out the gas station walking back towards her car.

“HEY BITCH!!!!!!!!! HOPE YOU LIKE IT HOT, CAUSE HELL IS FUCKING BURNING SALZARAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The screams of a loud woman immediately snatched her attention away from her phone. She looked up to see a woman she didn't recognize jumping out a jeep that was now hurtling towards her. The woman none other then Paige Turner hit the ground pressing a red button on a black detonator in her hand.

BOOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Oh-shi” Rita exclaimed as Paige pressed down on the button the second it collided with the pump triggering a fiery explosion that engulfed the entire gas station in flames. Several people were heard screaming as the combination of the bomb & gasoline filled pumps created a massive fiery spectacle that swallowed up the entire area.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

I love all yall too and can't wait to join the storyline.

I'm itching to start posting, might just pop Josiah in.

Also I have an idea for a second character that fits so well into the SPN mythos & the storyline for the RP. I'm trying to figure out if I want to make this character or not.

Oh btw Annabeth your new character Samael(SP) is a nice addition to the cast! :)

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

CAn Castiel bring Annabeth back to life?
i forgot if angels can revive the dead lol

The Energy Storm

Jonah Hanes

Time: Late Morning
Location: San Francisco, Liberty Head Quarters
Interaction:

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The Evening Before

Patricia had led Jonah down to the containment center where Agent Green was. Jonah was fueling with rage ready to Interrogate this man. Somehow he was connected to Lori Martinez attack, every intelligence agency in the country was scrambling to find her. She was the number one priority for all agents everywhere. Her vicious attack was one of the most brutal in United States history, and right about now he was glad Liberty wasn’t a public organization.

The tension was so thick in the liberty office it could be cut with a knife, at least in the California Division. Seeing as Jonah was the head of the operation & this had taken place at his home base all eyes were on him. When Jonah arrived in the cell, Agent Green didn’t even want to look at him he already knew what this was about.

“I know what’s going on out there Jonah, Director Hanes.” Agent Green quickly corrected himself, feeling as though the least he could offer his former director was professional respect.

“Oh now you want to be proper, it’s too late for all of that. I don’t give a damn about all of that, what I want to know is why your giving out intel to strangers outside the agency. You came straight from the big leagues like me, we didn’t talk much back at the CIA but I’ve seen you around. This traitorous behavior is un-heard of from someone like you, just tell me why? Why?”

“Why? Because these monsters need to die, what happened downtown, what happened in Chicago, I want to prevent all that. Perhaps you haven’t done your research, but my daughter was at that school! She died, do you know what it’s like to loose your precious little angel. I swore everyday I’d protect her, my wife can’t even look me in the eyes. We don’t even speak anymore besides courteous hello’s and good bye’s when we see each other in the house. So when my source made me an offer I couldn’t refuse I took it.” Agent Green responded, for a guilty man he didn’t seem to have much remorse.

“What offer could you not refuse huh? Helping those fucking monsters, that’s how you honor your daughters memory?”

Agent Green lunged forward towards Jonah tackling him into the cell wall. Three Liberty security guards burst into the cell removing Green from the director, one of them pummeling him a few times. Jonah waved his hand and yelled enough ending the altercation. Jonah waltzed over to Green and decked him in the face drawing blood. As the agent hit the ground Jonah kicked him a few times then spit on him. “You piece of shit, your mine! Forget jail, your going to Guantanamo if you get out of here. That was just a little taste of what’s going to happen to you, you know how we treat traitors.”

“I’m not a fucking traitor you are! Keeping these things alive, prison isn’t good enough for them. My source was killing them, so yeah I gave out intel to a third party, one who was doing what needed to be done!!!”

“Killing them.” Jonah paused as if the words Agent Green said were shocking. His head started to spin, this wasn’t exactly what he expected the traitor to cough up intel was. He ordered the three security guards to leave, and stand by outside of ear-shot assuring them he would be okay.

“Oh so your gonna do me like this huh, go ahead and kill me then Jonah, I don’t give a damn, I’ll die knowing I fought for my country.” Green had no fight in him life, but the last thing they’d ever strip him of was his dignity.

Jonah stared at the agent, despite the rage that fueled him, he had some mercy. Some level of understanding, but it was if his actions didn’t align with his words. “So you mean to tell me, you went outside of your orders to eliminate altered?”

“Yes…and I’d do it again and again and again, I don’t give a damn what Liberty guidelines say. They all..need to die.”

Jonah shook his head and walked over to the wall of the cell punching it twice. “Damn it Agent Green! You fucking idiot.”

“I’m the idiot, your the one always going on about how you hate the wetbacks and monkeys! You hate them because of color, but I hate them because of what they are, monsters! You have no room to talk.” Green shot back noting Jonah’s outward racism which brought about confusion on why Jonah was confronting him about his under-handed tactics to purge the world of the altered menace that now plagued it similar to the energy plague they were spawned from.

Jonah was scratching his head, probably a diversion to avert the pain in his skull from plowing into the cement walls of the cell. “Your telling the damn truth, which means..” Jonah’s voice faltered & trailed off breathing heavily as if trying to come up with an answer that explained everything. From Green’s behavior to being a traitor to Lori’s massive attack that ended with thousands of citizens & soldiers being slaughtered.

“That means what Jonah, are you having some epiphany about how I’m right and your wrong? I guess that’s not common for a man like you huh.”

“No….it can’t be.” Jonah croaked his voice weakening and he grabbed his stomach as if a sickly feeling was overcoming him.

“What you really can’t stand the fact that you’re wrong? Your falling apart because of it?!”

“No you fucking idiot, don’t you see what’s going on. Damn it, you should have came to me. I don’t want these freaks to be alive either, you got played!!” Jonah’s fear and weakness had converted into pure unbridled rage.

“What the fuck are you going on about” Agent Green responded a little less unsure of himself, confused by Jonah’s change of tone.

“You’ve been feeding it…your source. Think about it, the attack even in these cells you’ve been made aware of your massive fuck up but you had no idea how badly you fucked up. The attack the woman demonstrated multiple powers, Martinez. She was held captive for the past week, then all of a sudden she sprung free today spewing all sorts of powers. Many of the powers were held by the targets you so called sacrificed to your source.”

“So we’ve got a whale of an altered, what the fuck do you mean I fed it? I certainly wasn’t taking no altered out to fucking eat.” Green shot back once again on the defensive and reeling from Jonah’s accusations.

“You fool!” Jonah replied as this new idea formulated in his mind. “You may not have known or realized but I believe you’ve created the biggest monster of them all. Martinez was shown using the same abilities of many of your targets, all of whom are reported dead and who you claim were slain by your source. If Martinez had all those powers why sit in custody for over a week, the answer is quite simple that’s not Martinez…that’s your source..”

“Mu source?! Have you lost your mind!!!! My source killed them, I confirmed the deaths, I obtained reports!!!”

“That part may be true, but they weren’t slain for some mission to purge the world of altered, but to become the strongest. An altered with the ability to take the powers of the others most likely by killing them & you led them to more powers!!!! Every single person that died today is partially your fault!!!!.”

Agent Green’s face was pale, the color drained from his face and he nearly fainted. Suddenly everything began to make sense, all the questions he had about his source the unexplainable scenario’s she’d passed to him in regards to her killing methods. “No…no…no…fuck….if what your saying is true…..then I don’t even truly know who I was working with…Agent Mayas might not even be real…they’re not real…Jonah…I’m so sorry…what do we do how do we fix this?!”

“Simple…”Jonah pulled out his gun and fired two shots into Agent Green’s skull causing him to fall to the ground dead. “Starting with you.” Jonah put his gun back in his pocket and stepped out of his cell. The three guards had rushed over to him as soon as they heard the sound of shots ringing out.

“Director Hanes what happened are you alright did-“

“I’m fine, but Agent Green isn’t. It seems he slipped and fell into some bullets. He tried to reach for my gun, he managed to grab it but unfortunately while doing so he pressed down on the trigger killing himself, a traitor all the way till his dying moment, perhaps the reason two bullets came out was punishment from our maker. “

“But that doesn’t” As the agent was about to speak on how that didn’t make sense Jonah pulled out his gun, but the two other security guards stepped in-front of him and looked at Jonah with pleading eyes. Eyes that indicated they’d agree with his story and perhaps even help make something better, but whatever he learned from Green that pushed him into killing him need not result in another liberty employee dying as well.

“So you agree with my story, the truth then? Good it’s your only option if you value living, as well as your family, we have work to do.” Jonah spoke coldly a look of worry, anxiety & fury intertwined & mixed on the scowl that occupied his entire face. The dark truth of the Martinez situation was an even worst reveal then that of a real altered taking up the mantle of Reaper. Between giving that radical leader a platform pre-loaded with followers & his own agent helping the one posing as Lori to obtain more powers he had a big heaping pile of shit.

The Next Day

The search for Lori had proved most unproductive. Jonah had no idea if Lori was even the creature’s real name. He was on the phone with his wife Amelia who’d proven to be too problematic lately. He was disgusted of her association with her so called “best friend” an African American. He was on his laptop doing some research on Dawn Pope to see if anything truly problematic would pop up.

A casual browse indicated that nothing beyond his own innate hate for her people was coming up. He paused as a google search brought up something very troubling.” Altered Lives Matter.” Jonah scowled as he clicked on the link. His eyes widened in shock as it brought him to more information about the movement Amelia’s best friend was getting involved with.

“Damn it Damn it Damn it!!!!! You sure know how to pick them!” Jonah barked as he slammed his fist on his desk. He was fuming with rage, and he whipped out his phone to call his wife. As he was about to press down on his contacts he set his phone down. He was far too enraged to engage in conversation with her right now, and he didn’t want to upset the already sensitive nature of their relationship. Instead he went down a few contacts to his father and dialed him.

“Hello Robert Hanes speaking, oh it’s Jonah. Sorry son, you know my eyes aren’t as good as they use to be these days. What’s going on?”

“Dad…I just needed to hear from you, I’m having trouble at home with Amelia. It’s…her best friend.”

“Oh dear, you mean the colored girl? Ya know I warned you about her tendency to look the other way with associating with those…things, but she’s been good to ya. As long as she’s not bringing them around the kids I think you’ll be all right, and as long as you make sure my grandkids don’t end up thinking like her.”

“No trust me dad there not around the kids. They’re hardly around anyone with the quarantine, I’ll be damned if we make exceptions for apes.”

“That’s my boy!” Robert’s voice beamed with pride, and Jonah coudldn’t help but fashion a smile on his face to hear his father was proud of him for upholding the family legacy of they’re ideals. The thought of his daughters messing with a darker colored human wasn’t possible. Not because his daughter didn’t have free will, but because Jonah would kill them brutally possibly in-front of her so that never happened again. And if they actually touched her, Jonah might even harm her himself but he pushed those negative thoughts outside his mind. These days they were far too young for that, and he found it humorous that thoughts of future interaction with boys had managed to quell his thoughts about the actual problems he had in his life right now.

“Well the best friend she has is apparently involved with this nonsense altered lives matter, and those things are probably the only creatures I hate more then her kind. I can’t risk any association leaking out to my family, and I was wondering if I could call in a favor, I know what you told me pops, but I’m in the middle of a major case and lives are at stake.”

“Son.” Robert’s dad let out an audible sigh over the phone. “Ya know I could lecture you, but I can hear it in your voice. I’ll make the call and get it taken care of, I know love is something that can’t always be perfect, but I won’t let it hurt you and your career..”

“Thanks dad I love you.” Jonah smiled and after a few more moments hang up the phone. Looking back at the nonsense he saw on the laptop he closed out the tab and went back to the files he had on Agent Green’s targets. He heard a knock on the door and after saying come in Patricia made her way into the room another folder in hand. After yesterday Patricia had moved far up in his list of favorite people at the office, in her other hand was his favorite caffeinated drink. Setting it down on the desk Jonah clasped his fingers together and smiled. If I wasn’t already married I might take a pass at her

“It’s been confirmed Director Han-Jonah I mean. Lori Martinez’s father committed suicide and her mother is in critical condition fighting for her life. Apparently she was a “victim”.” Patricia used the word victim very sarcastically showing that she might have shared very similar views to Jonah about certain people. “Of a “terrorist” group called the Purists, a religious group tied to Pastor Travis Mendez of Los Angeles. He has made several sermons about how he believes the altered are either demons or nephilim.”

“Nepha-what?”


“Half angel, half human hybrids.” Patricia responded without bating an eye, she always made sure to do her research on anything she presented to the director.

“Oh okay, well I can’t say I believe in it, but if it’s getting people to hate the altered then I think he’s got the right idea. As far as Martinez’s parents backlash is to be expected from any person with an ounce of patriotism or empathy towards the lives loss in the carnage yesterday. Even IF Lori Martinez WAS the true perpetrator of yesterday’s calamity her parents residence would be the last place she’d curse with her presence.” Jonah replied with zero empathy whatsoever for the Martinez family & the predicament giant Lori’s rampage downtown had no doubt caused them.

“Understandably so, I must admit I’m not an avid reader of any holy books myself, oh and witness protection has been denied to Lori’s extended family. Apparently they don’t qualify based on a technicality, so what’s the verdict?” Patricia questioned now that she’d gathered all the intel on the whereabouts & happenings of the Martinez family.

“It’s not shocking that nobody is jumping in to protect them, not after what the country thinks Lori did. We still have no more leads on Green’s source but I do believe I know a way we can be productive in the meanwhile. Reach out to Benny Stein & the leader of the purists, Pastor Mendez, tell them both I have a proposition for them.” Jonah finished with a sinister sneer on his face as he gave Patricia her new orders.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@AnnaBeth happy birthday annabeth!!! :)

The Energy Storm

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Floyd Banker

Time: Late Morning
Location: San Francisco
Interaction:

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Floyd was rushing to the location he saw in his vision. He was determined to change the course of time and alter what he saw in the vision. After speaking with Amalia briefly he left he wanted to discuss the future and what they would become.

He’d gotten several messages from Rita that he hadn’t noticed while doing the nasty with Amalia. As he got to a red light he opened his phone to see the messages and raised an eyebrow. “What the fuck” Floyd uttered as he observed the content of the messages. It was so disturbing he wasn’t aware of the light turning green until hearing several aggressive honks behind him.

no no no this can’t be?! What the fuck happened?! My whole operation is gone?! How HOW?! HOW?!!!! Floyd was in shock still ignoring the cars behind him. Finally a car zipped around him and rolled down the window. This managed to catch Floyd’s attention who rolled down his own window. “Hey”

“Move out the fucking way!!!! Your blocking the damn road stupid bastard!” The man yelled, a middle aged white man dressed in business casual with an ugly hair-cut. The man’s face was reddened with anger for the brief moments in time he lost waiting behind Floyd in traffic. He then zipped off speeding in a rage.

Usually Floyd would have popped off at him, but the combination of the precognitive vision he’d seen about the woman falling to her death and now learning about his warehouse’s eradication from Rita who was fuming was too much. Sure he’d made some enemies over his life, but who had the resources & ability to wipe out all his smugglers. It was one thing to loose Frank to some mysterious death, but this was too much. So much was happening all at once and it was beginning to become too much for him to handle.

Rita was obviously upset, but he wondered if she wasn’t partially to blame. After all she was the Salzaras in the relationship. Perhaps something wasn’t all the way 100% with her, he wondered. Anyway back to his drive he was rushing towards the building now he was getting closer he had to save the lady.

Meanwhile, On the Roof
“Listen Amelia I’m telling you to do the right thing! I know how your husband thinks about people like me! But I’ve been your best friend for years, and now you have a chance to do good ! You can prove that everyone who’s associated with the government isn’t a bad person, I don’t think that. But lots of other black people do and for good reason, how could we not? All the shootings we see of unarmed black people on the news, and now this whole altered business is making it worst.” The woman protested to her friend. A slim black woman with long black hair, dressed in a gray dress was speaking.

The woman she was speaking to was the woman from Floyd’s vision. A white lady in her early 40’s, with brunt hair. She was sporting a black knee high dress, and had a knock off Birkin bag slumped around her shoulder. She was listening to her friend rant about her latest social justice movement, and how her husband’s racially discriminatory behavior was bad for her reputation and morality. “Listen Dawn, my husband can be a bit….culturally challenged I’ll give you that. But what you’re asking me To do is go against him. Against the rock, the foundation of my household, we have kids! I..I don’t know about this movement, besides I’m not an active CIA member anymore, I’m a house wife, a mother, I’ve got a family to focus on and build.”

“So that’s more important than your future, your legacy? This isn’t right, you want to be on the right side of history. Altered Lives Matter is bigger than BLM, because what they’re doing to the altered is even worst than what they’re doing to us. The new laws President Forrester issued yesterday are horrible, shameless. How can you side with that simply because it doesn’t effect you.” Dawn argued with her friend, the two were having a fierce debate on the rooftop 27 stories in the air.

“Look Dawn, ALM that’s your business okay. And your right it’s not my damn problem, I’m not racist you know that. But I love Jonah, he’s not perfect but which of us are? Besides the altered ARE a problem, the woman from yesterday caused 29 thousand people to die!!! Our world is in danger, I’m sorry but I can’t support that movement. If you want to do it then you do it, but if you want this to be the division of our friendship then so be it.”

“I can’t believe you….but fine be you, do you.” Dawn stated, and stormed off angrily. Amelia shook her head she was upset. She didn’t want to loose her best friend, but she couldn’t support ALM. She fished a bottle out her purse, and downed some of it. The alcohol was calming her nerves and helping her out. Unlike her husband Jonah she had picked up quite the bad drinking habit.

Her drinking had become progressively worst the past few weeks. She’d seen less & less of Jonah who was tied up with work at Liberty. Of course she didn’t know about what he was doing, but she knew he was doing some work involved with combatting the Altered threat that threatened the country. She plopped down on the roof and took another shot. The alcohol she guzzled down was helping her. “I just don’t know what to do, and your not giving me any answers.” She was speaking to no one in particular, as she leaned down. She clasped her hands together in a prayer position and closed her eyes. “Dear God, lately I haven’t been the best. I feel like I’m failing in my marriage, failing my kids, and now myself. I’m loosing to the demon in the bottle, but I don’t know what to do. I know we haven’t spoken in a while, but if you could give me a sign on what to do. Is Dawn Right, maybe I should use my connections and experience to help.”

Amelia released her hands and opened her eyes. She looked towards the sky as if awaiting some mystical or heavenly sign but of course there was no response. She frowned and struggled to get up, mixed with her anti anxiety medication she was feeling a bit sluggish. Tha mixture wasn’t a safe nor a healthy one but it was what she required to keep her mental state together. She slipped the plastic bottle of honey jack Daniels into her purse and turned to walk towards the edge of the roof. Everything was so much, so intense in her life. For a brief moment she considered stepping off the ledge. Perhaps then she could have a face to face with her maker and ask them why she was deemed ready for this suffering.

She recalled her parents stating that God never gave anyone a challenge they couldn’t handle. While her pastor would agree with that, she didn’t feel that was accurate. “No I can’t jump, I have to…go back to my life. “ Amelia turned to leave but suddenly the unexpected happened. Her foot slipped she reached forward as if to grab her bearings but there was nothing to hold on to. “OH NO!!!” Amelia screamed the alcohol and pills had distorted her sense of balance, and led to the very thing she had pondered doing. She cried out as she fell off the ledge screaming as she fell over.

Back with the Hero
Floyd had arrived just in the nick of time. He parked the car and hopped out. Looking around he spotted the exact building. “I’ve got to get up there and save her.”

Right as Floyd said that, the unspeakable happened. His eyes widened as the woman from the vision slipped over the edge. “NOOO!!” Floyd yelled, he’d did all this & dealt with being berated by that angry man in traffic to try to get here in time. He heard the woman screaming, and he felt his body freeze.

He’d tried so hard to get here in time to save this woman, but it appeared he was too late. Maybe Amalia was wrong, they couldn’t change the future. If he couldn’t even prevent this woman from dying, then how could they stop KIVA? Floyd fought back agains the impending feeling of doom that was surging through his body. When the most unexpected happened, something he couldn’t have accounted for.

“What the fu-“ Floyd cut himself off noticing his feet were hovering above the ground. He wasn’t bound by gravity anymore, he was…flying. “OH shit!” Without thinking and operating purely on instinct he caused his body to move up. There was no time to be stuck in amazement, Floyd rushed upwards. Taking flight he flew forward and met the woman a few feet from falling off the roof.

“AAAH” The woman screamed as Floyd’s arms came around the woman. Floyd pulled forward still defying gravity and landed on the roof nearly falling as he got her to the ground.

“Holy shit…did you just fly..” The woman asked in shock, her words somewhat slurred from the drinking as she looked at Floyd in amazement.

“I..I…guess I did…” Floyd uttered back in shock.

The Energy Storm

Dean Rivers

Time: Morning
Location: Downtown San Francisco
Interaction: None

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Paige was furious, and that was starting to become a constant emotion, if not the only one she was feeling. Ever since loosing her job as detective her life was spiraling into one misfortunate event after another. After so many years working as a narcotic detective her career had become an integral part of her identity. So loosing what she perceived as her ability to make an impact on the world was a devastating blow.

Her anger issues were prominent and had gotten her on paid leave in more than a few instances due to police brutality. Many in the public perceived her type of behavior problematic in the policing communities, but among her brothers & sisters in blue she was respected. After all law enforcement wasn’t a job that you could afford to coddle others nor one where you benefited from being nice. Day in and day out she was exposed to the worst elements of humanity breaded from individuals roped in the depths of criminality.

The media tended to portray many who were victims of police brutality as innocents, first time offenders or hapless victims of institutionalized racism. But for those who actually wore the badge & went out day & night on patrol to purge the world of it’s worst elements the truth was known. As such those previous instances and suspensions where not seen as marks against her character or capability as an officer. Rather they were seen as admirable sacrifices made by an honorable officer who hadn’t yet allowed the profession to drain her of morality & the drive to right the wrongs committed by the worst elements of society.

Still the incident that had led to her firing was one that had caused even some who had stood by her to question her behavior. Racism wasn’t something she was often accused of being that her own father was African American. But there were many in the black community which shunned her for her choice to fight crime that perceived her & other ethnic officers as “Showing out” for “mass. An ignorant belief for sure, perpetuated by many of the same individuals who thrived economically from criminal behavior & actions.

“Are you okay Paige” Paige looked up to see none other then her former partner Dean Rivers, he’d showed up to come see her & offered to take her to grab some ice cream. She was happy to see Dean as they didn’t work together those moments they shared were less and less. But she’d been on the job for almost ten years so they had a decade of experience shared in-between them.

“Yeah I’m fine, just reflecting on everything. With the way the world is, and the media always painting us as literal demons In human flesh, the job is becoming harder & harder. Honestly I’m starting to see me getting removed from the job as a blessing in disguise. The only problem now is getting hired anywhere.” Paige pouted as she picked up her spoon and took a few scoops of her strawberry ice cream before plopping it in her mouth. She mhmmed in satisfaction from the cold sugary treat entering her system.

“Look I get it Paige, might as well address the elephant in the room. That kid Banker is a bastard, and clearly looking at his record he’s up to no good. I know how it feels to see motherfuckers like him flash some cash that they no doubt earned from drugs or other shit, but what did you think was gonna happen planting drugs on him.” Dean protested bringing up the exact event that had gotten Paige hemmed up and led to her loosing her career as a decorated veteran SFPD officer.

“You said it yourself tho! Dean you know what he was doing, we were both investigating that motherfucker, the energy plague is one of the worst things that ever happened, but for the first two months the quarantine actually had one positive impact on the community. Less drugs, then all of sudden after 2 months of things finally looking like we might actually WIN the war on drugs for the first time in ever, drugs start flooding the damn streets again. Everything we fought to stop was happening again, overdoses, junkies robbing people, people who actually wanted to get rid of they addiction being unable to relapse because they poison of choice wasn’t on the streets. People got they brothers, sisters, boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives, fathers, mothers…back.” Paige faltered off.

Dean frowned he knew what this was a bout, having worked at her side for years he knew the In’s and outs of what made her tick. He knew her vulnerabilities emotional & physical, as well as her motivations specifically in relation to her career. He felt as though all officers had a reason for doing the job, and Paige’s was clear. Her mother had been a heroin addict & that led to her & her younger sister Mia practically raising themselves. Dean was no stranger to the dangers of drugs himself, seeing as how they’d de-railed his promising acting career. “I know, and you know I wanna put em all away myself, it’s just like you seen what happened when we don’t play by the rules, we get burned.”

Paige just huffed and sighed she knew Dean had a point. But Floyd was more the just some dealer to her, what he did was personal. Her sister Mia was in a coma fighting for her life, because her and her friends had gotten some pills from Floyd. The painkillers he presented to them for consumption had fentanyl meaning they were pressed. As if that was’t bad enough Mia’s friend overdosed ad Mia herself as well, only while her friend had died Mia was still fighting for her life. Thinking about her sister laying at home as a vegetable because of one mistake in indulgence was infuriating. Sure she had chomped her little sis out for playing with fire and potentially walking down the same steps as their heroin addicted mother. But, at the end of the day family was family & because she’d poured herself into this job she didn’t have much of that.

“Look you know what happened to my sister. I just have to do something. Job or no job, she’s lying about fighting for her life, while he’s having the time of his.” Paige bitterly pointed out the contrast between how Floyd was living versus her little sis who’d indulged in the spiked pills of his.

“Just stay out of trouble Paige.” Dean’s words rolled off his lips effortlessly and full of concern for his ex-partner. Paige gave him a reassuring smile to indicate that she was doing just that despite the circumstances of her getting fired, and her fiery burning desire for revenge on Floyd for polluting the streets with drugs including the ones that hurt her sister. Dean wasn’t entirely convinced as Paige was relentless and a small part of him admired her resolve to try to take such a dangerous law breaking man off the street at all costs even at the cost of not just her career, but her own freedom…her whole life.

Couple Hours Earlier
Frank’s sudden passing had disrupted the smooth running of Floyd’s drug operation. Thanks too his powers of invisibility he’d managed to traffic larger amounts of drugs to nearby illegal states including Utah while mostly avoiding detection. He’d learned to expand his invisibility to matter he was in contact with including his vehicle. As the partially electric powered vehicle hardly generated noise it was perfect for stealth runs during the early hours of the morning whilst invisible.

But as his body had been found lifeless two days ago, now the concern had grown among the other smugglers working with Floyd. The facts surrounding his death were confusing at best, and outright worrying at worst. It seemed like a hit was carried out, and not in a typical fashion. Many speculated the obvious that the attack was carried out by an altered. None of the smugglers knew of Frank or Floyd’s powers but they did know that a man who was found dead with no signs of any traditional attack may have bit the bullet to a supernatural demise.

“Javier you hear about that? Frank fue asesinado por alterado, lo único que tiene sentido.” The man communicated to the one known as Javier who was scaling up cocaine then adding cutting elements to double the portions of the drugs.

His associate just rolled his eyes he was here for money, and not to speculate Frank;s death. He’d found Frank to be a quite capable smuggler but Floyd was the one who cut his checks not Frank. “Mateo estoy aquí para trabajar no hablar rumores” Javier responded to Mateo before spitting and sealing up the ounce of coke before lighting a marbolo.

“Aye I-“ Before Mateo could finish his sentence he screamed out as a bullet was lodged into his back, then two more as Mateo stumbled forward hitting the ground spewing blood. Javier jumped over a nearby desk ducking behind it and drawing his weapon yelling out. Three other smugglers in an adjacent hallway rushed into the room with AR’s drawn yelling out for Javier. They all noticed a woman walking slowly twirling a firearm, a Glock 18C machine pistol.

“Kill her!!!” Javier yelled, and the three opened fire on her. She clasped her fully auto weapon to no avail as her body was riddled with bullets. The sharp metallic rounds seared through her flesh drawing blood from multiple wounds as she hit the ground. That woman was none other then Paige Turner carrying out a one man or well one woman attack on Floyd’s drug warehouse on the outskirts of tow.

Javier peaked his head over the desk to see Paige’s condition & fully rose up after seeing she was dead. A popping noise was heard, followed by more as if some metallic popcorn was being grown I the microwave. Paige rose up from her wounds as her body began closing up & healing after the ebullets were split out. Gripping her weapon she opened fire, spraying the three shooters killing them instantly. Javier had ducked back down at the gunfire and rolled towards the door trying to escape the apparently invincible lady.

As he was rolling towards the exit door his face met her foot. He grabbed his nose now shattered after Paige kicked him. She leaned down and whacked him on the side of the head with the blunt side of her weapon, the proceeded to wack him a few more times. "Listen if you want to get out of this Alive it’s simple tell me who is you guys supplier, Floyd Banker’s supplier.’ Paige asked as she pressed the gun against Javier’s temple.

“Please I don’t know and If I did I can’t tell you, the Salzaras have no pity on snitches, they will kill me and my daughter.” Javier pleaded for mercy, before realizing he’d divulged info. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes, Salzaras, I’m quite familiar with that name, as I’m sure you are is well. I must say I had to kill everyone here before someone was willing to tell me what I needed to know, go home to your daughter Javier…I’m feeling generous for your co-operation.”

“R..R..Really?” Javier’s eyes widened he was practically trembling he hadn’t meant to spill the beans on Rita, but if that eared him another day of life he was about to take it.

“No.” Paige pulled the trigger blasting through Javier’s head, blowing out his brains with rapid fire. A pool of blood slimed from his skull onto the ground around him as Paige rose up and blew some residual smoke from the barrel of her gun before holstering it. “Salzaras huh, you playing with the big leagues now Floyd. Lucky for me thanks to this plague no matter what you shoot at me I won’t be stopped.” Paige grinned and walked over to the bags of cocaine opening them up and dumping there contents on the floor wasting the drugs, then knocking over tables with pills stepping on them. After destroying much of the product she saw out in the open she made her exit from the warehouse now with new intel to further her mission of vengeance against him. This was no longer about right or wrong, or police procedures. With the powers she’d been given from recovering from he virus, all she wanted was her bloody revenge against the thug who’d put her precious Mia in intensive care.

Supernatural - Hell On The Horizon

@AnnaBeth I've been reading the IC btw!

Like I said I want to involve Josiah's storyline with the heaven/angels storyline, so I'll introduce him into the RP after Castiel gets summoned & talks to Dean :)

I'm loving the RP so far, and can't wait to play with yall, and I saw the Cas mention you just put up. Just wanted to give you a heads up and let you know that I'm keeping up with the thread! And I will be super active once my characters are introduced to the RP lol, but you know my style and how much i like posting in any RP I join. Just wanted you & everyone to know I'm still here just waiting for my introduction. :)

The Energy Storm

[quote=@AliceFalling]

After the fucking mess downtown
Amalia's Apartment
Amalia and Floyd Part 2

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She's stubborn well at least she'll let me pay here at all Floyd thought to himself when Amalia settled on the original amount but not the extra $500 he offered. That was fine he didn't want to appear pushy, as if he had ulterior motives for paying her for the work. That was't the case to him one of the best parts about making money was able to positively impact others with the excess especially if it was paid work. "Alright that works." Floyd said seeing the finances of the initial transaction were settled. "And I do know, like I said I won't lie I'm doing this for money, but I wanna help people to. That might sound odd coming from a guy like me huh, but I've always wanted to do good in the world. I guess where I came from, and what I've learned over my life has just got me in bed with some rotten people." Floyd's voice trailed off towards the end, thinking on if poverty & painful origins were an excuse to get money from crime or just an over played cliche. Either way his life was already rolling forward on the path he was on. The past was cemented, the future was unknown but the present was wide open to any & all changes. Floyd's eyes widened as he witnessed Amalia manifest him a fake altered ID out of thin air. She'd brought the sketch to life with nothing but her will. His jaw dropped momentarily as he realized she understood far more then he intially realized the plight of being an altered human. After recovering from the shock he reached out to accept the ID she'd created and examined it beeming with joy. "Wow! I feel like an idiot talking about how you don't understand." For the first time since getting to her apartment he allowed himself a pain free moment of pure joy happy to have an ID in hand which took a weight off his shoulder plus finding out one of his friends and one of the most sexiest ones at that was a altered human like him. "So your like me huh, you gotta teach me how do that." Floyd said as he turned invisible then back to normal.

"Just because you are the second shadiest person I know, doesn't mean your core personality is shady or rotten." She gave him a little wink. Amalia was happy to see his reaction, more so because he looked happy. She did like the theatrics of revealing her own powers to him but being able to make him his own ID right away to help him ease that burden made her happy. If she could do this for other people, even if it was a business, she couldn't see why it was bad. They could get some justice together and be able to spend more time together. Amalia laughed internally, she wasn't sure why she was looking forward to spending time with him. He was nice to her and she was sincere to him, she didn't think that just because he had ended up in bed with the wrong people made him a bad person. "It's okay, I should have just told you when you admitted to it. You know, it is hard to admit it. Suddenly we have this label on us and I don't even know what to do with it." She watched Floyd with wide eyes herself this time as he turned invisible and back to normal, "Oh! I like it! It increases your stealth level." She wanted to ask more questions about it, but held back. It had already been eventful for her to even reveal her power. She laughed at herself though, she realized right then she was basically a human 3D machine.

"The second shadiest." Floyd retorted in a whimisical tone wondering who the first was and why he was on her shady list at all. Was it the marijuana trafficking, the fake Id's or the crowds he sometimes kept. "Well I'm glad you don't think my "core personality is rotten," Floyd looked at the bright side at least she saw the inner goodness in him even if he himself didn't always see it. He was ecstatic to see that Amalia had super powers just like him. It turned out that confessing that he was an altered human to her was the very right move. "It is kinda scary huh, and the way there talking about us in the news like were less then, less then human really." Floyd reflected on rhetoric used by the president & other politcians. The new laws made it so they werent even a protected group anymore. He felt a brief fluttering sensation of his heart as Amalia spoke and raised an eyebrow. He decided to pay it no. mind, this moment right here right now with Amalia was a great one, one he'd remember in a postive life. It was something about her that made him feel happy calm safe and serene around her. Maybe it was just her infectious good spirited smile, shining white teeth or her magnetically gorgeous personality. "Yeah it does but that's not all unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you look at it." Floyd caused his right hand to be engulfed in blue fire that quickly dissipated leaving no burns or any signs of general discomfort or pain that a regular person would experience from having their hand covered in fire. "I'm like a sponge, a power sponge, I soak up the powers of other altered people when I'm exposed to their powers like yours too now I suppose." Floyd finished with that fact wondering what Amalia's power would feel like and if she'd even consider showing him how to use it.

"Yeah, the second. The first being someone who might be able to help you sell IDs, actually." She gave him a small wink and spun the pen around in her hand while listening to him, "I am really glad you showed me. I felt really alone in all of this. I think the first few days I couldn't breath. Any time I saw myself I was scared of who I was and what was going to become of me," She admitted, unsure why she was opening up so much to Floyd. Normally she was the kind of person who was there for other people and would share very little and carefully, but she enjoyed Floyd's presence and for the first time in the last few hours the two different voices in her head seemed to calm down. "They say crazy things about us. And I get it, some people are using these abilities for such awful things. But to put us all into the same group," She shook her head, "I know they are just scared and doing what scared people do, act on their first instinct instead of stopping to outweigh real options." Amalia sighed and put the pen down, staring at it for a moment then looking up at Floyd. He was handsome, a little shady, but overall she could sense he wasn't as dangerous as other people. "I like that you are a sponge, I think that is a good metaphor for you in general. You should use mine! You could have fun with it. I am still learning, I can create small things but larger things are harder. And sometimes food tastes funny, so watch out for that."

"Oh so that's who your talking about." Floyd didn't actually KNOW who she was talking about, but if he was more shady then him he'd be of some use. All this time he was getting this plan together he realized that he might not have a super good market for doctored identification. Sure he pushed dope but getting caught with drugs didn't usually result in people seeking a new life and ID well at least for customers & their amounts. "Yeah who are you telling, at least you could see yourself when I turned invisible the first time you'd think it was awesome until you realize that no one can see you and I didn't know how to be seen again." Floyd shuddered thinking about how his first experience with that power wasn't as fun as he'd imagined having it would be not when you didn't know how to turn it off that was scary. Hearing Amalia talk about her ability was interesting perhaps more so then anything else he'd ran into so far. "Shit If I can draw up some popeyes that would be wonderful but ah shit...damn." Floyd paused as if he had uncovered some deep mystery. "I can't draw...not like you I dunno how Imma use this power." Floyd frowned as the practical realization set in that he was no skilled artist like Amalia, so any "Food" he drew might not even be edible powers or no powers.

"I cannot imagine that part though, being invisible. Although..." She trailed off, she knew what it felt like to be mentally invisible but not so much physically. Amalia decided it was for the best though not to mention that, she couldn't get too sappy on him here. She smiled at him and said, "I was thinking that you could draw up your own weed myself, save yourself some money! You don't need to be the best artist, I don't think. Actually, I wouldn't know. It's half mental. For example, I drew out most of what the ID looked like, right? But then I focused when I manifested it and it came out exact." Amalia started to doodle again for a moment while still talking, "I can't make them in batches though, so I will have to draw up a perfect design for you to 3D print yourself. I can make them in a pinch though, if you have an emergency client." Amalia finished her doodle, it was a small pink bandage with little butterflies on it. She put her hand over it and felt the same sensation, suddenly the bandage was in her hand. She smiled at Floyd and stuck it on his arm.

Floyd winced for a second at the sensation of the bandaid being placed on one of his wounds. But that was followed by a feeling of relief with a little bit of itchiness. However part of that was the painkillers he'd popped earlier kicking in. He felt the sensations of euphoria rushing through his body, as well as a heaviness and a tad bit of bluriness in his eyes. He raised his had to rub at his eyelid as his eyes started to redden. The combination of both the percocet pills & the edibles were beginning to take effect. "Yeah but I can't lie it's fun you know you can go anywhere and people are different animals when they don't think anyone's watching." Floyd immediately regretted what he said he didn't want Amalia to think he was someone who was walking around stalking people while invisible. He just happened to be unseen a couple times in the recent past and stumbled upon people who didn't see him. "I mean I'm like following people around with my powers or anything ugh that came out wrong." Floyd felt like he mentally shot himself in the foot, feeling some embarrassment. "But But ya know drawing up my own weed would be cool, shit maybe I can learn to draw. I mean I'm pretty decent at graphic design there's people way better at my company but maybe if I can use the power to manifest stuff I make graphically?" Floyd remarked in an inquisitive tone not knowing the mechanics behind Amalia's powers. "And I'm honestly happy I've got my own like I said it's so much stress gone, you really helped me out Amalia.
"So however much time you need to get the perfect design you've got it, I mean the quicker the better but you can't rush the type of greatness you have" Floyd found himself smiling without noticing as he complimented Amalia again. Wow Amalia looks good mhmm woah where that come from. Shit gotta be all these drugs making me feel some type of way Floyd was briefly lost in thought mainly from the edibles starting to kick his ass when he remembered something. "Oh wow I feel like a dick, I forgot to thank you for the band-aid, It just came outta nowhere but thanks." Floyd finally responded sheepishly not wanting to seem unappreciative.

"You know, I didn't take it creepily until you said something." Amalia brushed her hair back behind her ears and grinned, "And if you did creep on people, it's not my business. Just don't creep on me while I am changing, okay?" Amalia noticed the red eyes and how he was rubbing them, along with his speech pattern as well. He was on something for sure, which worried Amalia. She was scared for both his physical and mental health but happy she could at least relieve some obvious tension he had with the new ID. "You could always try to manifest it with graphic art, I actually haven't tried that myself! I do most of my designs the old school way, paper and pencil." She did have a nice computer in her place that had the programs she learned at school loaded onto it, she was surprised that she never thought to try it out that way and found the idea interesting, although she was very attached to her paper and pencil. "I will work on it, it shouldn't take too long at all." Amalia was very detailed in most of her work, she liked to have a good idea of what things would look like once they were not on paper. She started to wonder about her powers and how, for her at least, they really were just an extension of her. She wondered if it was true for everybody or if it really was just random and a pure coincidence.

"Hey, you should really take care of yourself. The bandage really won't do anything to help what is going on with you," Amalia looked at Floyd in his red eyes with concern, "if you need to stay here tonight, you can. I have the couch here with a blanket! Or you can come cuddle with me."

"Yeah I guess I messed that up." Floyd scratched behind his head the embarassment starting to subside mostly. Sometimes impulsiveness worked against him when he just blurted things out without thinking about them too much. "Ya know what I'm gonna try it then no reason not to try right." Floyd figured there was no other way he was going to feasibly use the power unless that method worked out so he had no intention of not trying. If he could use the pixlr app to make free weed or other fun stuff he was down to try. "Oh wow the couch that'll be great for my back." Floyd responded with a little more sarcasm then he intended but he was mostly teasing Amalia. Although he wasn't jumping to lay on a couch blanket or no blanket after the bar fight with Lionel. "But cuddling with you on the other hand sounds promising." He found those words slipping out as the substances he took were now fully running through his system synergising for a stronger and more enjoyable feeling then either alone provided. He did tend to be a bit more forward with people when he was spun but wasn't everyone?

Amalia wanted to playfully smack him when he spoke sarcastically about the couch, but caught herself seeing as he was in pain, so instead she just smiled. Amalia got up from the chair and grabbed the blanket from the couch then came up behind him and wrapped him gently in it, "Yes, promising. As in, promising to get a good nights rest with a good cuddle buddy." She gave him a little wink before pulling away, leaving the blanket on him. "Welcome to my humble abode, you will find the only bedroom in this house on the door to your right. Bathroom right next to it, in case you need to puke up whatever you took tonight!" Amalia then snuck into the bedroom for a quick moment to change into pajamas, while doing so she yelled, "Don't go invisible on me now!" When she reappeared she was in a pair of black shorts and a giant grey sweater. "I will work on the ID tomorrow morning and have it done before the night, I promise. Right now is sleep time for the both of us, we have had an eventful day," She then proceeded to hold out her hand for Floyd.

Floyd let a knowing smile come upon him when Amalia set the blanket on him. He had a soft spot for girls that were caring & nurturing, probably because his own mom was a nurse. "That's all." Floyd questioned with a grin then going hmmm going for a humorous mood & tone rather then aggressive. "The one and only, but far cleaner the mine most likely." Floyd carried on not that he was a total slob, but having ADHD meant his room tended to get un-organized with little prompting. "Luckily for you I'm a professional I won't be throwing up now if I had a date with Honey Jack Daniels that'd be a different story." Floyd recalled memories from his heavy drinking phase in his early 20's when he was living a slightly stereotypical college party lifestyle. "Lead the way gorgeous." Floyd extended his hand out to Amalia's interlocking his fingers with hers

"Ah yes, a true professional. Comes to a girl's house on god knows what," Amalia laughed at him and held his hand, leading him to the bedroom. Her bed was a queen sized bed with light purple sheets, a matching purple blanket, but also a grey colored blanket with roses on it on top. While still holding Floyd's hand she pulled up the covers and then turned to guide him to the bed, "No funny business, mister." She winked at him and gave him a small smile.

"Marijuana thats what." Floyd added with a cheeky tone, forgetting for a moment that he took pain pills as well. But seeing as how he took them to nurse the legitimate pain he was in he didn't consider it recreational at this point. Ooooh purple the color of royalty, she's got good taste Floyd thought to himself upon seeing the color of her queen sized bed, and felt the roses on her gray colored blanket fit the artsy vibe he felt from her in general. "Funny business whaaat I'm not a comedian or anything." Floyd said as she joined him under the covers and adjusted himself slightly to cuddle with her closer. "Just getting comfortable ya know."

Amalia pulled up the blankets on the other side and cuddled into bed next to Floyd. "Uh huh, sure. I believe that you only are high on marijuana right now." She said very lightly, the sarcasm being faint. She could tell something else was going on with him, he had to have taken something else by the way he was acting, but she didn't want to press. Amalia wasn't quite sure why she was so worried about Floyd but being around him made her feel a little less like her brain was splitting in two. "Let me know if I cuddle up next to something that hurts, okay?" Amalia kissed his cheek and then laid her head gently on him. When Amalia was a kid she loved being physical with people, hugs, kisses, cuddling. However after her first real relationship and the disaster that it was, plus losing the love from her mother, made her grow distant. She still cared about people, but it was more rare for her to be physical with people. The past few years she had been living alone though with very few close friends, she felt that she was getting better. She wanted to achieve the happiness she had as a child and part of that happiness was not only being there for people mentally but also being able to show her love and appreciation physically, just like she used to be able to do. A small grin grew on Amalia's face as she laid next to Floyd.

"Of courseeee Amalia I wudnt wie to wuuu." Floyd said intentionally speaking like that on purpouse to further tease her. Oh shit I am high on them pills too, shit thats why I'm not hurting no more that or the bandaid she stuck on me Floyd found himself smirking at his own internal humor, one thing about him is his ability to always entertain himself. Feeling her lips on his cheek made his heart flutter a bit, everything feeling more sensual with the narcotics flowing through his bloodstream. With her head rested on him he felt the effects of the blood rushing to his second brain which sometimes had a mind of its own regardless of what he thought. He found himself gently running his hands through her black hair. Should I A brief thought was entertained before making his decision. Turning his head towards Amalia he leaned forward to kiss her.

Amalia chuckled at his teasing, she enjoyed his light heart and his playfulness. Amalia felt her eyes close on her as he played with her hair, feeling relaxed with him. She opened up her eyes for just a moment to find him moving to kiss her. Her eyes fluttered closed again as she leaned in to accept it. But only after moment her heart rate went up, in a bad way. Her thoughts starting to race between two different feelings. She liked Floyd, despite what he did for a living, she wanted to believe that he was still a good person over all. The other thoughts though, those were the bad ones. She had a sudden flash of a six foot three basketball player punching her in the face and then proceeding to kiss her. Her ex boyfriend, the one she dated for two years who continually abused her, punished her, made her feel like he was as good as she would ever get. She wanted to enjoy this moment with Floyd, it had been years since she escaped her ex, but the trauma was still there. He made an impact on her formative years and made sure that even though she was far away from him now that he would still never leave her mentally. "Floyd..." Amalia said as she pulled away slightly, her voice coming out raspy and fearful.

"Floyd" Hearing those words from her always made it seem like time slowed down time or come to a halt temporarily. The first kiss was always the one that came with the most hesitation when it was with women he had an established relationship with that hadn't went in a romantic direction yet. As he locked lips with her however he felt a sudden shift in the vibes and not necessarily in a good way. Call it intuition which is something that he tended to have in spades. Hearing the sudden weakness in her voice alarmed him. Sure he was use to making women weak in the knees but not in this way, the feeling her voice resonated was the exact opposite of pleasure. "Amalia.." He said softly "What's wrong..?" Floyd asked with concern in his eyes, clearly this was more then just instant regret from locking lips. As someone, no a man in tune with his emotions he felt that he had triggered something that she'd pushed into the depths of her memory & mind.

Guilt swept over Amalia as she looked Floyd in the eyes, she saw the concern in them and felt at a loss for words. For a moment she was quiet, staring at him with a mixture of fear and sadness. Her stomach knotted but she knew, she just knew, that she had to tell him. She had never told anyone, people always overlooked her and the bruises on her arms and the black eyes she almost always sported during her last year of high school. "If only I could be invisible like Floyd, that would be a neat power for someone like me...' "I think you are good," Amalia heard herself say, not sure where her words were heading, "I have only ever been with one person. When I moved to New York from the Philippines. And he, he wasn't good." She put one hand on his chest and stared at that hand instead of his eyes. Feeling his heart beat underneath her small hand. 'I want to be okay again. I want to trust someone. Not everyone will be like him. She let out a small but shaky breath, "We joke about you being shady. But there is a difference between shady and being good," her words were quiet, "he used to hurt me. I remember one time thinking about how I might have a permanent black eye from what he used to do to me. And that's just the tip of the iceberg." Amalia looked back up in his brown eyes, "I don't want to hold onto that trauma anymore. I don't want to project it onto anyone else either. I think it's important for you to know though, because I do like you. I just need," Amalia felt her heart go up even more, she bit her lip, "I just need to be treated gently." She was worried that she sounded horrible but she didn't know how else to communicate that she did want him, she wanted to kiss him and feel him and not be afraid, but she owed it to both him and herself to be honest with her past.''

Floyd listened intently to what Amalia was saying, as she poured out her emotions confessing to him the abuse & torment she suffered at the hands of her ex. Hearing about what she went through made his blood boil. It made him irate to know there were people no predators in this world who could deliver some harsh treatment to pure souls such as hers. "I understand." The tone in Floyd's voice shifted to one with additional seriousness & calmness. "I can handle you with care, I know what it's like to walk around with trauma, it's like an invisible weight that you carry around every day. But since it's unseen no one else can see it, they cant visualize the burden that's holding you down so they don't understand it." Floyd paused for a moment as he reached to gently twirl his fingers through Amalia's hair while staring into her eyes wanting to peer into her soul as he spoke. "And I know I can be a little shady, maybe...that's why I'm drawn to someone pure like you the light I need. People can be so judgemental, I know it's not easy to share certain things but......, but you can trust me and I promise I won't ever hurt you Amalia." Floyd found himself slowing down to really think about each and every word he was saying. He had his own inner demons and skeletons from his past that he didn't advertise to the world. They were different from Amalia's of course, but he could relate not to the exact horrendous experience she had but that feeling of unworthiness of maybe this is all I'm getting because maybe this is all I deserve. But just like he learned that wasn't the case he wanted Amalia to also know & realize that wasn't true for her either. Finally like a light bulb that appeared above a protagonist in a cartoon when they solved a problem he felt the spark that enlightened him to the words he needed to speak"There's no pressure we don't have to rush, I can't say I've only been with one person, but I can easily see you being my last."

Amalia listened intensely to him the distress in her heart started off high, even after Floyd said that he understood. She heard the shift in his voice but was scared to hear what would come next. But as she listened she felt the burden not feel so heavy as he twirled his fingers in her hair. She found herself gently tracing the muscles on his chest with her hand while looking into his sincere and warm eyes. Melting, she felt like she was melting. The fear, the pain, the voices in her head the screamed at her that she would never be good enough for a person to look out after, the echoes of her ex screaming at her to not speak out of line, to only talk to him, to worship only him, started to melt. No one had ever called her pure, no one ever complimented her as she spent the last six years of her life being invisible. Her eyes started to get glossy as they held back tears, her face turning hot from his gentle words. He knew what it was like in his own way to feel the way she felt. It was interesting to her that two people could walk unrelated lives and have different experiences but yet still end up feeling the same. 'I can easily see you being my last...' The words felt free. Amalia let out a small half gasp and half laugh when he finished. "I know you called me pure but I think you have so much heart in you then you know." Amalia responded, almost in a whisper. She moved her hand onto his face and looked him in the eyes before gently kissing him, this time not feeling so much fear.

"Really?" Floyd asked with beady eyes looking at Amalia, the comment about heart made him feel all giddy inside. He didn't think of himself as an evil man or anything of the sort, but the lifestyle he was in presented limited occurrences when people made good comments about his character as of late. Floyd once again locked lips with Amalia this time feeling much better as it seemed his comforting words seemed to settle some of her tension from her turbulent past. The physical attraction he felt for her had blossomed into something more, it so relaxing to be with someone like her. He felt the most enjoyment out of life when he could share it with someone he cared about, who really & truly cared about him. "Wow I'm so happy I called you, ya know I think I always liked you." Floyd said as they seperated from there last kiss, confessing that he'd had a crush on her but was hesitant to act on it as he still valued their friendship.

"Really." Amalia put a hand on his cheek and rubbed her hand back forth, feeling his skin. She liked the look in his eyes, it was a look she hadn't seen before. Amalia tried her best to act with the kindness in her heart, but there was days that she felt the storm fight. She only spent two years in New York, but those two years haunted her. They had changed her in a way she didn't recognize and took years to come back from. She never wanted to be like who she was in New York again, so she distanced herself from anything that reminded her of that. Looking at Floyd now was the first time she was next to someone feeling that difference, the storm was farther away, she could keep running from it. "You always liked me? I didn't think I was your type." Amalia smiled at him, she honestly didn't think she was his type, but in a way sometimes the people you never expect end of being someone special to you. You can have your checklist on what you like in a person, but there is always bound to be someone who comes along and changes that checklist. "I think I always liked you too."

"You didn't think you were my type, I was worried I wasn't yours." Floyd admitted with an uncharacteristic grin. "I mean I didn't know if you were a fan of chocolate, even though it's the best flavor some people have weird taste." Floyd felt his humor returning as the tension & tense emotions fully left him. He was at his happiest when he was able to point out & address the comedic aspects of his situation. "I'm glad to know the feeling's mutual though." Floyd added before wrapping his arms around Amalia's waist and pulling her closer as he went to kiss her passionately.