⑨ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴛᴡᴏ : cᴏɴcᴇᴘᴛs
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✒✒ 𝔹𝕆𝕆𝕂 𝕋𝕎𝕆Ideas::
↝ Survival
↝ Fight to survive & protect their kind in the modern world.
↝ Set out to find the safe guarded.
↝ Declan and Shay's friendship slowly turns into something more deep.
↝ Shay try's to figure out all her newly unlocked powers can do as well as how to control them
↝ Recruiting
↝ running
↝ scattered allies
↝ budding romance between duo
↝ modern world
↝ It was sometime after the 'War that never happened" when strange occurrences began to spring up again. An unexplainable fire burnt down a U.S. Senators mansion, in London a stab victim miraculous was cured on the ride to hospital by his daughter, A young man walked through a forest blaze in Brazil to save a young pale girl from the flames, he emerged without a burn or blister. The paper wrote these incidents off as strange adrenaline rushes or unexplained accidents, but the Governments knew. They sent out their scent hounds once more, but this time with a different ending in mind. This time they wanted to own and control all the power, this time they were looking for capture and torture not death, and this time they'll settle for nothing else.
Story opener::
Those first few months are just a haze. I was ...Numb. I don't know how he dealt with me. I'd wake up screaming myself hoarse, my voice bouncing off the ruin walls. It was easy for him to spread the rumors of haunting, with my mind so focused on numbness my powers so new they would get away from me. Things would float, fly around, I'd scream as wild deadly visions, future possibilities, wracked my body. People saw, they believed, they stayed away. Of course the only way we could squat so long was because of these lapses in control fueling our web of lies.
Then came the fire.
I saw it coming, dreamed it up one night, only their not just dreams anymore. I felt the heat of the flames on my skin, the smoke in my lungs. I felt the fire licking at my feet, my skin blistering and bubbling. Could smell burned flesh, singed hair every where around me not ever realizing it was me the smells were rolling off of. My only thoughts were of running, of getting away, of finding Declan. Of Guilt. He woke me that night, my warrior, my friend. Declan had shaken me awake, scattering the remnants of the vision as he did so and hugged me to his chest till the shaking subsided and I felt drowsy once more. At the time I was too numb to see that it was our future, only a few months ahead.
Like clock work, as you see I am NEVER wrong about these things - not anymore, three months later our remote jungle ruins were dead center in a deadly path of a raging jungle fire. Natural or otherwise it didn't matter my nightmare came true.
I saw the future, our future and I ignored it.
I am the Ace of Winter and I was going to die in a fire I saw coming. Maggie my mentor, long dead now, would be very disappointed in me. This was my punishment to bear for my numbness but now was not the time to wallow in it.
Declan. Where was Declan?
My haze evaporated as adrenaline pumped into my veins. I was awake now, I had power now, controlling it for any given amount of time would be harder then I ever imagined but I had to, for him. I was going to save us now, all I had to do was find him.
I flipped out of my cot and tore into the hallway, screaming his name, smoke funneled into my lungs till my screams were ragged and hoarse. I tore down the maze of halls, my bare feet burning on the heated rock floor with ever step, the skin making the same sickening noises I heard in my dreams months previous. It was all coming true, every sickening image and smell right there with me now. The terror, the guilt, the desperate need to find him. Only I never got to find out the end, three moths ago he woke me and held me tightly till the images faded, he wouldn't wake me from this. This was real. There was no time to think, just do. I twisted and turned and raced through the burning halls of our oasis asking myself one question over and over again. Where was he? Where was he?
I rounded the last corner into our make shift living room just as I begun to think I would never find it. The smoke was so dense I could only see the foggy dark shapes of things, the air was thick with smoke. I dropped to my knees covering my mouth with the hem of my night shirt. I peered through watering eye's, stumbled along through coughing fits and burning bubbling flesh on my knee's. I was forcing myself to look, pushing back the natural instinct to run, I had to find him. As I moved by the large arch's that he had jokingly called windows I found a large blob that didn't fit with my memories of our furniture. It was a body, it had to be his.
"Declaan!"
My voice was hysteric, ragged and barely audible swallowed into the crackling roar of the fire. I flung myself at him, my desperation making my powers yank him to me, his body smashed into mine. Couple hundred pounds of pure muscle hurtled into me and knocked my flat on the floor. -- I stumbled as his weight knocked me off mine but I soon found my footing and lead him out the windows. I pulled him to the jungle, down into the shallow lake we used as a bath during our stay and waited out as everything burned around us. Declan healed through the night, thanks to his weird affinity with Summer, meanwhile I thrashed and cried and whimpered as the warm water made my burns worse. The night came in waves of fog and clarity, some were strange and vision like while others were weird and life like.
I remember They came the following morning, the Hunters. We had very little contact with them since my home was bombed and Declan and I hit the modern world. Now though they were searching for us, was the fire meant to flush us out? Or kill us? Either way the history I had with the Hunters was not good. I remember Declan taking my hand, I remember the agony running caused, I remember blacking out. Coming to hours later in the passenger seat of a two door pick up truck, with my head in Declan's lap and his fingers running through my hair.
third person rp starts::
