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Metro 1: Chewing Through The Straps (Part 1)

by null0trooper

Tell me if you've heard this one before: Two young men walk into a Dunwich bar. The first one says to the second one there, "I hope you're having fun."

... except the first one there isn't really there yet, they're both under-age, the other one has a sacrificial knife in his gut - because, why not? - and the bar is really a hospital. Welcome to Whateley, boys. The first unit of blood's on the house!

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Into The Light (Part 6)

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Erisian

Chapter 20 - Power

Saturday and Sunday were a blur. True to her word, Jenna escorted me to each meal plus all the exams they kept throwing at me. In addition to the ones on Friday, they assigned World History, U.S. History (yeah, they made them separate tests), Chemistry (ugh), Biology (double ugh), Physics, Theology, and even Computer Science. Yes, they added a few to the original list Rabbi Kirov had previously rattled off.

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Into The Light (Part 5)

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Erisian

Chapter 17 - Manifestation


Impenetrable fog surrounds everything, deafening all sound, all sensation; walking yet going nowhere, for within the clouds there is no path.

A distant voice’s call; a response choking upon the barrier of thickening mist that threatens to suffocate all…

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Into The Light (Part 4)

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Erisian

Chapter 14 - Patterns

A nurse lent me a spare t-shirt she kept on hand ‘for emergencies’. The wreckage of my outfit qualified, and as I really didn’t want to streak across campus I quickly agreed and thanked her. Speaking of clothes, Jenna and I both needed to get back to the gym before we could fulfill her ice cream desires. She needed to change out of her gi, and I needed my shoes and socks.

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Into The Light (Part III)

By

Erisian

Chapter 10 - Transit

I was in the back seat of yet another SUV. This time it was a green one being driven by Colin Forsyth, the Lieutenant from the phone conference between Director Goodman and Mrs. Carson. Mrs. Shugendo, a tall Asian woman, sat up front. Poor Khan was stuck once more in his travel cage and I had to admit I did feel grateful to Soren for the scope of the scholarship I was sure he had arranged for me. It had included paying for all sorts of details, as one would expect from a scholarship: books, school supplies, tuition (including room and board), and uniforms. To my (and the Director’s) surprise it also covered all related expenses for bi-annual transport to and from the school via chartered plane out of the closest airport to the school.

Don’t get me wrong, though - Soren still deserved a boot to the head for what he’d done. I’d thank him for the money after.

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Loaded Dice Make a Hollow Victory

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Iwasforger03

 

 

Chapter 6

So this is where my luck leads me?

 

Time unknown

Place unknown

 

At the edge of her consciousness, something stirred.  She did not recall where she was, or how she got there, only that she felt… hot.  Hot, all over.  Her groin was on fire, and her nipples… but she could touch nothing.  She loosed a moan of discomfort and despair as the feeling began to take hold, yet she could take no action to relieve it.  Nothing but agony as the feeling of need continued to burn and burn and burn…

 

Finally, beyond the need, she heard noise.  “How much longer before your refuel arrives?” a voice she trusted asked.

 

“A couple more hours… so you’ve got a little more time.  You’re certain you plan to leave?” an unknown but friendly sounding voice replied.  “I’d be glad to help however I can.  Legal trouble, lawyers, whatever.  We owe you,” it insisted.

 

She heard no response, and her eyes would not open as instructed.  She moaned and writhed as she continued to be unable to satisfy the overwhelming sensation suffusing her physical being.

 

“I’m more worried about her,” the voice finally spoke.  “She… you saw the video and the news reports, right?  Auceps pulled them up for all of us.  Will she be safe?  Can you really protect her when she’s got warrants out for her arrest like this?”  

 

“I will do everything I legally can, and if that doesn’t work…”

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Loaded Dice Make a Hollow Victory

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Iwasforger03

 

 

Chapter 5

Sometimes, you just have to roll the dice...

 

0458 hours, December 13, 2015

Somewhere south of Jefferson City, Missouri

 

 

A wall of fire burned on the deck of the ship.  It reached high into the night sky as Endeavor used it to ward off the hero known as Lionheart.  His PK shell was incredibly powerful, able to lift and carry and throw and punch ten tons or so of force.  Endeavor was reminded again of exactly why it was he had a contract with a being as powerful as Cadrien, and he was in the middle of deciding he needed another one.  Lionheart’s power was simply beyond most of his resources at the moment.  However, the lionman was currently bound by enchanted chains that would eventually break.  It was the closest Endeavor had come to actually harming the hero.  

 

Those chains, combined with a wall of fire, had let him temporarily remove Lionheart from the playing field as he gathered more essence.  There were spells that could deal with him, but Endeavor knew very few of them.  Why bother, when one could manifest and control fire hot enough to melt steel?  Fire could penetrate most PK shells… or at least the heat would, if they let in sunlight.  Most shells that allowed light allowed heat.  If they didn’t, their wielder would freeze to death.

 

As a result, he had not learned very many spells to replace his fire, but he did know a few, at least.  They simply required considerable power.  He would be ready for Lionheart soon enough, but first… first he had to take care of the other one.  The fool calling himself Princeps, who wanted Endeavor to believe he was some sort or reincarnated Roman Deity.  Endeavor knew that wasn’t true.  He’d met more than one god of Ancient Rome and still more ancient Greece.  Princeps was a pretender.

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Loaded Dice Make a Hollow Victory

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Iwasforger03

 

 Chapter 4

When all you have is luck...

 

0120 hours, December 13, 2015

Chicago, Il

Rooftop of the FBI offices...

 

Holder ran out onto the roof against the rushing wind of the chopper blades.  He wasn’t going to reach Maryville until it was all over, but this was the closest to live events he’d ever gotten when it concerned Dice.  The bureau, more specifically, the Special Bounties office, wanted him.  He was connected to a web of unrelated cases and incidents.  Things that normally involved cleaning up a lot of dead bodies.

 

Dice held answers.  Dice had to be found.  Holder would find the kid, one way or another, and no damned MCO was going to get in his fucking way.

 

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Loaded Dice Make a Hollow Victory

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Iwasforger03

 

Chapter 3

Even when you roll a bunch of ones, a twenty could be just around the corner...

 

0034hrs, Dec 12, 2015

FBI Office, Chicago, IL.

A tiny cubicle in that bastion of federal lawkeeping...

 

 

“Hey, Holder!” The voice stirred his mind a moment.  Groggily, he pulled the book off his face and looked blearily around.  He’d been taking a short nap on his break, in his chair, laid back, feet on the desk.  

 

“What, Harding?” he answered, identifying the voice as belonging to one of the young blood walking towards him with a pot of coffee and a cup.  That was a surprise.  Holder was here late by choice, doing paperwork.  It wasn’t as though he had a life to go back to.  Just a tiny little apartment.  

 

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Loaded Dice Make a Hollow Victory

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Iwasforger03

Chapter 2

When you can’t roll above a ten…

Minutes earlier…

Mildred Francis Grover sat in her comfy seat as she felt the jostling happen again. Kegger had promised he was going to get that particular kink worked out of the gyro stabilizer someday, but “someday” just never seemed to get around to happening. Still, it wasn’t as bad as usual, so maybe he HAD done something, at least. She glanced from her seat to the securely strapped in Grinning Leopard, who was doing anything but. GL looked green (they’d made that joke so many times already she couldn’t even work up a smirk at it) as leaves on a spring day. He hated flying with a passion. ‘IF man was meant to fly, we’d have wings!” he sometimes said, ignoring the fact that at least two members of their little team could, in fact, fly without wings or gizmos or magic.

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Into The Light (Part II)

By

Erisian

Chapter 4 - Homeward

As Danielle and I seemed physically fine, Mark pushed to get us released from the hospital the next day. Dr. Kirov kept trying to make excuses for us both to stay longer. Apparently Danielle’s blood would simply dissipate after a few minutes once collected, and my own blood was described as ‘exceptionally and unusually clean’ - without any proper explanation of what they meant by that.

His argument had mostly to do with the potential risks of burnout after manifestations, but neither of us exhibited any symptoms so the doctor had a hard time making it sound persuasive. Especially seeing how they weren’t finding any mutation markers in my DNA which meant I was a meta-human of some kind, and Danielle had originally manifested her mutation ten years ago.

Still, he did force us each into an ‘enhanced’ MRI scanner which not only was loud and uncomfortable, but had these weird multi-colored ‘magical energy’ crystals adorning that were supposed to do some kind of resonance scan. The damn thing made me nauseous - I was told that was normal after I got out. Whatever the results of it all had been, they weren’t anything medical that would prevent us from traveling to a different facility. Mark even tried to reassure Dr. Kirov that the DPA facility had a full medical staff and emergency equipment in case anything happened.

It wasn’t until the afternoon that I’d finally had enough and carried through on my threat to call a lawyer. They may have thought I was bluffing earlier when I had mentioned it but Isaiah, my best friend of many years, was an attorney and I had planned on calling him soon anyway.

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Metro: Pictures of You

by
null0trooper
"This is the clock upon the wall
This is the story of us all
This is the first sound of a newborn child,
Before he starts to crawl

"This is the war that's never won
This is a soldier and his gun
This is the mother waiting by the phone
Praying for her son"

— John B. Crawford, "Pictures of You"

 

Chapter 1: Morning Patrol

Saturday, October 27, 2007, Parent's Day, oh-just kill me now-thirty-hours
somewhere along the south perimeter road

Mikkel Andersen was officially miserable. The weather wasn't cold enough to warrant heavier clothes; he'd only be venting heat plumes that would give his position away. What the weather was though, was chilly, overcast and wet with rain. The ground was cold and damp too. However, he'd been informed that something happening tonight would affect one of his watch list targets, so here he was, wet and miserable, patiently watching from a half-concealed position for whatever might happen.

The operative was well-aware that useful information beyond 'something might happen - we are talking about Whateley Academy here' was hopelessly unavailable. After all, like most of the personnel assigned to keep a discrete eye on the students and staff, he technically wasn't even supposed to be there. Incomplete intel was just part of the game.

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Into The Light (Part I)

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Erisian

Chapter 1 - Emergence

When most people think of Los Angeles they think of traffic. Lots of traffic, with cars jammed onto the numerous freeways all creeping along like ants stuck in molasses trying to get every which way at speeds that cause everyone’s gas mileage to suffer horrible degradations. When just one of the main routes from the ‘westside’ to ‘the valley’ underwent construction that required its closing, the news media dubbed those weekends of closures ‘Carmageddon’.

Tonight’s traffic was infinitely more deserving of that name.

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Loaded Dice Make a Hollow Victory

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Iwasforger03

 

Prologue: Can you hear the rattle of rolling dice?

December 11th, 2015
1400 hours
Maryville, MO, United States
The “Acadabox” aka Missouri Academy of Science, Mathematics, and Technology

“Kho, get your ass in gear, we’re gonna be late for our final!” Khōkhalā Zinda’s roommate Kenzie yelled, trying to usher her out the door. Khōkhalā grumbled as she pulled herself away from the laptop she had been issued by the school and slammed the lid shut.

“I am trying to write here!” she complained to her roommate. Khōkhalā was 5’5” of very beautiful Indian girl. She was dressed like a typical American teenager. As far as she was concerned, she was a typical American teenager. Her parents were from India, but she born here in the US, and no amount of family visits to the “homeland” would change that.. This was also her first semester of college! She was in college at fifteen!

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Twisted Triplets (Part 2)

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Phoenix Spiritus

Bittersweet homecoming

Thursday Lunchtime, Station House

Almost involuntarily, Constable Stevens smiled in delight as he watched Stacy and her two sisters buzz through the door, little pixies that flew down to alight on his desk. Unable to help himself, he grinned as he saw the 'Crysta' and 'Tinkerbell' dresses Stacy and Sue now wore. Seeing his grin, Stacy twirled around, before giving him a curtsey and grinning back up at him.

"Very nice," Constable Stevens murmured to Stacy's huge smile. Glancing at the others to include them he turned serious. "I need to talk to you," he informed them. "Is it possible for you to change back?" he asked, gesturing to the chairs around his desk.