Gifted: This means War

[Gifted]

Finally.

Finally, after months of executing the plan, it would pay off. The government could capture almost every gifted in the country, all at the same time.

The plan was quite simple, really. The first step had been to find and prep an abandoned town in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by forest, which the government found before gifteds did. After they planted several natural looking berry bushes around, and a wild looking orchard that could have been there all along and simply grew crazy. They also made a working pump from the shell of the old one, making the town not only habitable, but something of a safe haven for gifteds.

Then, the second step. Rather than attempting to capture each gifted individually, each small government team herded as many gifteds as they could to the town. Without drawing attention to themselves, they would attack the gifteds they found from the opposite side. If and when the Gifted fled, the agents would abandon the chase and the Gifted would find themselves running into a perfect little town, ready for them.

The first two steps had worked like a charm. The third was simple: Assemble an army of agents, and invade the city. But there was a hitch.

Two hours before invasion, the plan was leaked. Now, the Gifteds are scrambling to organize themselves and launch a counterattack. But are they really ready to go up against so any agents, all of whom have had time to organize themselves?





Agents:

Leader: Crow
2nd in Command: Luke
3rd in Command:
Soldiers: Cody, Zach, Sam
Spies: Tabitha, CR-S01

((just as a percaution theres only going to be two spies unless I say we can have more))

[Raven]

((I'll be using Luke, Tabitha, Cody, Sam, Crow, and Zach as agents... Raven as an ex-agent and Ryan as a gifted :3))

[Gifted]

He'd been here for a week or so now. Around that time. Two weeks since he and the group split, a week since he'd arrived here after fleeing from agents. It was a nice place. But he knew he should move on soon.

Suddenly Pierce saw a young girl running through the streets, as if for dear life. "What is it?"he said, dashing over to her.

"The agents.. I've just overheard..."

What?" Pierce didn't talk much, but when he did he put great weight on what he had to say.

"Th-this town is a trap!" The girl cried. "They're attacking in two hours! The exits are sealed! I have to warn the others!" The girl dashed off.
Pierces black eyes flashed. A battle? Why now?

The agents would be expertly disciplined. They'd need some sort of structure to beat agents of this magnitude. The dark-skinned boy with the dark brown buzz cut jogged at a decent pace to warn whomever he found. The girl couldn't do it all.
He didn't want to go out the same way his friend Joan had, after all.






"Operation Complete. Let this disease pass from this world..." He put the sutchers down. After aknowledging the usual complementary comments he was given at every hospital, he walked out to find the Agent waiting for him. The Agent who'd raised him.

He had lost all his memory four years ago in a bio-terrorist attack. He'd been arrested and charged for it. Though He'd since regained his memories of the attack (Though none of anything else, much to his annoyance.. not even his name) and knew the real culprit was not himself but Albert Satre, a Professor at the University the attack took place in and apparently his adopted father, he had no proof other than his memories and no longer cared enough to get himself out of his 250 year sentance.

Well, he supposed 200 years now. The circumstances of his imprisonment had changed drastically 8 months in when he'd been allowed to operate at Resurgam ffirst care, since, as he was pretty surprised to learn, he was a brilliant surgeon. Five years off his sentance for every life he saved. That was the deal. He didn't care about years off his sentance, though. He was just happy to be saving lives.

Origanally this deal was limited to the time he spent at Resurgam. But he -along with his friends Dr. Hank Freebird, Dr. Naomi Kimishima, Dr. Tomoe Tachibana, Dr. Maria Torres and Dr. Gabe Cunningham- had had to deal with an epidemic of a new virus... only for part of him memory to come back and realise it wasn't new. The virus, dubbed the Rosalia virus for the natural host in which it was entrapped until she died, the virus seeping into the flowers around her through her blood and carried around by monarchs, was developed at the university and was spread in the bio-terrorist attack, though at that tie it was contained to the building. The six of them had found the body of the natural host, created an antiserum, and saved everyone they could from the Rosalia virus. He left the place having reduced his sentance to 215 years.
Now he was sent around to other hospitals to do particularly difficult operastions.. mostly mutated Rosalia. (Pure Rosalia had died out by now) His sentance was down to 175 years.

"Lets go," He said when he saw Agent Carlson outside the opperating room. He was cuffed, and escorted back to the facitlity he was kept in.

But instead of going down to his cold prison, he was led to a large room. There were five weapons sitting on one end of the room. A sniper rifle, a pistol, A bow and one arrow, and a throwing knife. Accross the room were five targets. He gave Agent Carlson a puzzled look.

"I want you to shoot each one of these weapons. Try to hit the target,"

"O-Okay..." He said. "But I've never handled these before, at least not as faras I remember,"

"Try anyways," Agent Carlson said.

He walked up and inspected the weapons before selecting the throwing knife, which felt friendliest in his hand, probably because it reminded him of a scalpel. After focusing for a moment, he threw it before proceeding to the Sniper. He fiddled with the gides and scope, aimed, and shot before doing the same with the pistol and bow and arrow.

He hit the target dead center every time.

Agent Carlson nodded. He'd expected this. They'd tested the kid for the Gifted gene and he'd come up positive. Kid didn't know that either, though. This was his power. To be able to master anything put in his hand instantly. "We have another job for you," he said.

The 'kid' raised his eyebrows. "Papers?" He asked, assuming it was another operation.

"You won't be operating this time. We want you to do some undercover work in a town full of criminals,"

"How would I do that? You didn't teach me how to lie,"

"Then tell the truth. Or most of it anyways. When you have to lie, I think you'll be fine,"

He nodded.

"Don't you want to know how much this'll take off your sentance, kid?"

"How much?" He really didn't care.

"Twenty years,"

This surprised him. Twenty years? That was way longer than the five years a person he got operating. "I'll accept,"
Which is how, two hours later, he was walking into a town of criminals -who must be pretty bad if Agent Carlson had no problem killing them outright- wondering how he should act.

He did not know his name nor his age, though his looks suggested late teens to early twenties. He had black hair, red irises he assumed were a side effect of whatever chemical erased his memories of the bio-terrorist accident -he distinctly remembered being injected with something- and was nearly always glaring. He was wearing all white, from the shiny white booths to his long white coat to his white shirt underneath. He also hhad a white sign with a red cross hanging around his neck. He'd picked this uniform up operating at Resurgam and had worn it since. He decided he'd just act like himself as he entered the town.

[Dokeshi]

Name: Wesly Renason
Age: 17
Messy black hair, a pair of black goggles on his forehead, five spikes sprouted from the sides and if you were looking at them the would look red with a red bio hazard sign on them, he could see just fine through them though. He also wore a two drum gas mask, radiation signs on the red drums and the black of the mask had a line of spikes running down it. He wore a black tailcoat over a ripped black shirt with black jeans. His boots were black with silver plates over the toes, a few holes in the bottom of the shoe, near the top were various dials and tubes connecting the boot to a small silver cylinder attached to the back of the boots. His right hand was covered in silver sheet metal, around the wrist was a ring of what appeared to be bullets but where the tip would be it was nothing but a hole, the back turned into tubes that connected to a tank on his right shoulder. His left hand was covered like the other one, except a single rectangular hole was on the bottom of his wrist and along his left arm were various holes that lead inside of his coat and tubes came out from under it, leading to another tank positioned on the small of his back. On his waist he also carried 2 hand-made gun, these however were emergency weapons in case his power was unusable, they each held 13 bullets each and were revolver style, the bullets were a bit smaller than an average bullet and closer to over sized needles in their shape, the tips of the bullets glowed red and exploded when the red area was touched, such as when piercing through someones skin. He also carried around a wrench for defense but mostly so he could tinker with things.
He liked to think of himself as a steam punk, ironically that's what his power dealt with, steam he could manipulate steam, his clothes were made by himself to enhance his power in several ways. He also didn't run out of steam however, his power automatically sucked condensation from the air and created steam in anything that he was touching and the steam could actually get into, using his power he also contained the steam in the containers so they didn't need to be closed, and also so it could continue to fill with steam.
He was exposed to steam punk culture at a young age, about 12, and quickly took a liking to it, ironically that was just a year before he discovered his power. He learned he could control steam at will, and that he seemed to have an infinite supply of it, this helped immensely with his steam punk inspired creations but soon he realized he could go the other way and use steam punk to improve his power, so that's what he did. He started slow with things like guns run on steam bullets, after awhile he created the jacket and boots he has now. Soon after that however the government attacked him, he ran of course and now found himself in this strange little town.

Name: Anthony Moore
Age: 22
Blue eyes, short brown hair.
Wears plain blue jeans, a green shirt and a plain brown leather jacket and brown construction boots, he has two dog tags around his neck one has the name of his wife and the other his daughter, both killed by a rogue gifted. His power was somewhat interesting, a sort of mix between an elemental and a shape shifter, when he touches something, he can turn into a sort of beast based on whatever he touched, the more of it there is the bigger of a creature he turns into and it will have more natural abilities and attacks to use against his enemies. He was sitting down and reclining his feet, a cigars sat in his mouth but it wasn't lit, just sitting there.

[Gifted]

Xander raised his eyebrows when he saw the down beyond the trees. He'd run into an agent less than two minutes ago, and though the guy was no trouble, it raised weird questions. An agent outside a town full of Gifteds, but not attacking it? Was he waiting for something? What was going on?
Xander'd ask one of the other gifteds he met once he was there.

Having thick blond hair and blue eyes, you may, at first glance, find him attractive, but closer inspection revealed the hardness in his baby-blue eyes, and the serious lines etched in his face from days he was still trying to forget. He wore a long black coat with a high collar, a bulletproof thing he'd stolen long ago.

With the coats collar folded up to protect his neck and a heavy conscience, Xander Xcavier descended into the town.



Joan didn't like this town. She really didn't. It brought back bad memories of the town she'd lived in before. That town had been raided by tons of agents on her ninth birthday, and she'd been captured, which had caused her to become an agent in the first place. She'd betrayed the agency eiight months ago, setting free a large group of friends, bbut they'd agreed to go their seperate ways. But that didn't change thhe fact she didn't like this place.

But what could she do? Two days ago she'd been ambushed by Colin and Stephanie and Tyler, which in itself was easy enough. But when they were joined by Amy and Hannah and Felix and Gregory and a bunch of others, she just had to run. And she'd arrived here. She'd sstayed since she hadn't had more than just enough water to keep her alive for two weeks. But now the brown haired 13 year old was readyy to split. She checked her government communicator watch, probably outdated by now, a keepsake from the old days. She'd chucked her badge though.
Pulling the sleeve and her green wool turtleneck sweater again to cover the watch, she prepared to leave, not yet knowing it was impossible.

[Raven]

Crow stood with Luke by his side. "So?" Crow asked his deputy.
"They have no chance," Luke replied. "They are not only vastly outnumbered, but we have spies as well." The younger man smirked. Luke was only nineteen, but he had already made his way to the top. He was the second in command of this little extermination mission, he had been raised by the military. He'd started training at four years old; he started really serving at nine. His father had been in the military, which explained his early training. Furthermore, Luke's father had been killed when Luke was 15. His mother had struggled to raise him and his younger sister, dealing not only with the death of her husband, but also with cancer. She died two years later and Luke had to take care of his sister, Kiara, alone. She was adopted into a new family at four. From then on, Luke spent all his time working on his career. He never really payed attention to girls, and he insisted that he not participate in drugs or alcohol as they would ruin his health and make him less able on the battlefield.
On the other hand, Crow was twenty-seven. He had joined the army at fourteen, and had showed amazing skills when it came to getting information, mostly because of his power. Crow was a sweet talker, able to see people's weak points and phrase them in a way that turned them to his advantage. This had also helped him move through the ranks and encourage his soldiers that they could do anything. He'd had several romances with co-workers, including one with an agent called Raven. That had ended when she became distracted in a battle, resulting in an injury that blinded her. It also ended her time in the military.
When it came to looks, the two were also very different. Crow had longer, black hair, tan skin, and looked very Asian. Luke had hair that didn't quite reach the top of his ears, which was blond, and he was very pale.
"The United States was severely outnumbered in the revolutionary war, but they still won. Don't get overconfident, Luke," Crow said.
"Probability is my specialty, remember? They would have to be one in a million to win. They don't even have any organization," Luke replied.
"They have time. If they work quickly, they might be able to put up a fight, after all," Crow told him.

Ryan's eyes flew open and he looked from one side of his room to another. When he was certain it had been a dream and he wasn't being attacked again, he moved his hands to his face and groaned. Ryan Carter had had the same dream for the past four years. When he was 17, he had taken a five-year-old girl into his home when she was being chased by the government. She'd lived with him for two years (during which, NOTHING Crow and Gifted wouldn't do together happened) before the agents found them. Ryan had tried to save her, but the little girl named Max had died before his eyes. That was when the dream started. His dreams made him relive the night he'd lost a friend. At night, he still heard her screaming, both in pain and for him. A year before coming to the gifted town, Ryan had been forced to explain to Max's brothers what had happened. Max had known they were coming, and had tried to lead them away by getting Ryan to take on her shape and run from the place. This left Max weakened, because Ryan's contract was vampirism. To take someone's shape, he had to consume their blood. Ryan had bitten her arm, but the screams made it obvious that someone was inside. They had sent one of the agents after Ryan, thinking he could handle a little girl, while the other three went inside. Ryan knocked the agent unconscious and took his shape, saying that the girl he'd been after had just disappeared. By that time, Max was screaming his name. "Ryan!" Ryan knew he couldn't beat the agents, but he tried anyway. In the end, both Ryan and Max were taken in. Refusing to be tested, Max managed to injure herself in a way that meant certain death unless she got immediate care. Two of the agents went ahead, giving Ryan the chance to escape the third. He went to try to save Max, but she died shortly after he located the group.
Max's brothers said she had always been strong-willed and the last thing she had wanted was captivity. They were glad she wasn't being put through painful tests, but they wished they could have saved her. Even with the comfort of Max's brothers, however, Ryan never recovered. He'd been through many near dead experiences, and had seen many people die, but that had been the first time he'd seen anyone deliberately cause their death, let alone someone he cared about.
Ryan had vowed to overthrow the government one day, but he had to gather strength. When he'd found the town, he decided to stay there for a while, then leave. He had been planning and he thought he was almost ready to leave, and he would in a few days. He didn't know that he might not live long enough to leave.

Raven stretched, opening her eyes slightly, only to remember once again that she couldn't see. Even after two years of being blind, Raven still forgot she would only see more dark when she opened her eyes in the morning. She guessed this was because she could use her power to see from other people's minds. She took a deep breath and stepped outside, she smiled until she read Peirce's mind.
I can tell most everyone in the town without moving, she told him in his mind. Where should we gather?

Zach had been awake since dawn. For years he hadn't been able to sleep longer than that. He had joined the military when his wife, Katrina, had died in childbirth. The hospital tried to save the couple's unborn son, but he, too, died. It was about seven o'clock the next day when it finally hit Zach that Katrina and Damien were dead. His first thought when he signed up was that he could help others. That was stupid.
Zach was thirty-nine, he had been with the government for fourteen years, but he didn't remember ever once helping someone. He hurled a knife at a knot in a tree trunk. It hit and stuck into the wood. He ran over and yanked it out, then headed back to the troop.

Sam sighed, watching Crow and Luke from a distance. She was trying to determine what they were talking about, along with other things. Like if she shot a bolt of electricity at them, how badly would they be injured. She'd never try it, but she could wonder.
"You like him, don't you?" her brother asked, sitting beside her.
Sam frowned. "What makes you think that?" she asked.
Cody smiled. "You always watch him, no matter what he's doing. You always blush when he talks to you, and you never talk to him, no matter how much you need him."
"So?"
"So you like him."
"I do not."
"My little sister's in love," Cody sang. "Samantha and Luke sittin in a tree. K I-"
Sam cut him off. "Shut up before he hears you!" she told him.
"You do like him," Cody said, grinning.
Sam glared. "You tell him, I will murder you," she threatened.
"Oh really? How do you plan to do that?"
"I know where you sleep," Sam said.
Cody laughed. "Yeah? Well, I know how to stay awake at night. I'm not called Nightmare for nothing."
"I know. But unlike you, I have two nicknames. One is the great thief, Static, and the other is your sister, the military puppet, Sparks. They're arch enemies, you know. Sparks almost catches Static every time, but the thief somehow manages to escape," Sam told him.

Tabitha was laying in a sunny spot, listening in on all the nearby conversations. She wasn't very active as a spy right now, but that was because the agents would be here soon and any important information would be told to everyone. She yawned. Things in this town were becoming boring really fast. Oh well, it would be worth it. She would soon have plenty of excitement.
The teenager had spent lots of time preparing for this, and now had some form of each of the gifted's DNA, which she needed for her dolls to work. She played quietly with her tongue ring inside her mouth. This would be a piece of cake.

[Gifted]

Pierce was shocked at the voice in his head, only because Cristel -his only mind-reading freind- couldn't yet do that herself. Umm... town square, I guess, He said in his mind, hoping he'd be heard.

CR-S01 was his prison number. The only identity he had.
He noticed a kid as he got closer. Kind of hard not to notice, actually, with the ugly goggles and weird-looking clothes on. He was as good a test as any to start with. He walked up in this kids general direction, kind of sad the kid had become a criminal worthy of death at such a young age.

Xander walked into town, ignoring the weird kid in a white coat who, it appeared, also got in here just now. He noticed a girl and thought he recognised her fromm somewhere. Was she one of Ex's people...? No, he could name most of them, she wasn't one. And she certaintly wasn't one of his. He walked down to her. "Hey," he said. "Whats going on?" He asked then, because he noticed the distress on her face.

[Raven]

((I'm assuming Xander is talking to Raven, if I'm wrong, I'll change it~))
Raven sent the message to the whole town, then addressed the man next to her in his mind. The government is attacking, she replied. From my broadcast, I'm sure you realize we're meeting in the town square... She didn't look at him, it was still difficult to look directly at people using their minds.

Tabitha frowned. Why were they meeting in the town square? The mind-speaker/reader had said it was urgent, but that was all. Since she was already in the square, she just sat up and waited for people to show up.

Ryan swore. He didn't want to get up, let alone become presentable. Regardless, he had to. He stood, stretched, and pulled his pants on, yawning. He quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face, splashing water onto his light brown hair. He shook his head to dry his hair a bit, located a shirt and put it on, then walked out the door, heading to the town square. His shirt wasn't by any means tight, but it wasn't overly large, either; his pants fit in a similar way, and if his shirt didn't cover them, the first few inches of his boxers would show.

[Gifted]

"No way!" Xander said, and facepalmed. Of COURSE as soon as he got settled he'd have to deal with the government...

Pierce just headed for town square, hoping everyone would arrive quickly.

Joan didn't like the sound of that. What was going on? She ran towards town square and saw just the one girl. Still tense, she sat down, her eyes wary.


Alex and what was left of his group -that is, two other people- Strutted into town, right into town square. They were an odd group: Alex was tan, had black hair and was wearing black sunglasses to mask his identity.
The second, a girl named Eloise, looked like your steryotypical bookworm. Thin brown hair tied back in a ponytail, gold-rimmed half-moon glasses, and a lacy white shirt. However her eyes, which were green, seemed muc sharper and more focused than anyone else in the group.
The third person, a boy named Emric, had hair died very dark purple, and slicked back out of his face with gel. He had mismatched eyes. His right eye was green, but his left was blue. They were equally bright and playful, and he had a necklace made from vines around his neck.
Alex, Emric and Eloise stopped where they were when they heard the messege. Alex inferred what it meant. Good. This time, the agents would come to him.
Time for Excecutioner to strike again.

[Raven]

Raven smiled sadly. It's sad that no matter where we go, we're hunted down like this... I wish they'd just leave us alone; we're not bothering anyone here.

((I think I might want to add a new character, because it will have been the first time I've used him :3))

[Dokeshi]

Out of the corner of his eye, a person completely covered in white walking towards him. Turning towards him, his body seemed emotionless and the sun reflected off of the red in his goggles, the radiation hazard sign stood out from the glare. Wondering who this person was Wesly stood on edge as he got closer, his metal covered hands flexed slightly. As he did this he heard a message in his head, he would start heading there soon, after he figured out what this guy wanted.

[Gifted]

((CR-S01 is kinda slow, so ima say he wasn't in town limits when they got the messege. ))
((And the more the merrier Raven!))

"What's going on?" he asked the boy, noticing that SOMETHING was indeed going on.

Xander nodded and started walking towards town square. "What's your name?" he asked aloud.

[Dokeshi]

Wesly ignored him and started walking to the square in a way where he could keep an eye on the other person.

[Raven]

Raven followed after him. "Raven," she told him, speaking for the first time out-loud.
((btw, Raven didn't become a reader until she went blind and left the military))

[Gifted]

He sighed. He was used to bbeing ignored, but it was usually since people were afraid of him, the boy with the 250 year sentance. He walked with measured steps behind Wesly, thinking Wesley'd awnser the question in his own timew or he'd find out another way.

((makes sense))

Xander nodded. "I'm Xander. Xander Xcavier," he said as they walked into town square.

Joan heard the name and looked up. Xander Xcavier? As in Hangman? Then she saw Raven and almost gasped. Raven! She remembered Raven, who'd left the government when Joan was 11. Nice to see a familliar face.