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Post by payne on Dec 20, 2010 5:43:22 GMT -6
  - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Since he had woken up that morning, Marshal knew where he was going to spend his day. The idea had been planted in his head for days and he knew that he, sooner or later, was going to go through with it, even though he had promised he wouldn't without supervision. A few days ago, Marshal's image of him being the only one of his kind was shattered into a million pieces. During a visit to the cemetary, he had accidently bumped into someone, who had turned out, not just to be older than him, but the same as him, another Invictius! He hadn't thought it odd at first, that out of the whole world and all the countries and all the cemetaries in that world, that he happened to run into someone of his same speices. Marshal loved Pan like a older sister and was willing to do anything for her. He owed her so much as she had given him a place to live and was teaching him how to control his powers. Marshal was only 10 by human standards and had barely begun to tap his mental abilities and Pan was his teacher. Though he had been practicing every day, his powers were still eratic, sometimes doing the things he wanted and other times, getting completely out of control. The young Invicitus had promised Pan that he wouldn't practice without her to watch him, but Marshal couldn't take it anymore. He needed to go somewhere and try to figure things out for himself, and so when Pan had left, Marshal left the appartment they were living in and went out to the destination that he had picked out the other day.
Instead of flying straight over the city like he would have before, he glided from building to building. Sure it was slower, but he didn't want to get caught today. Pan was out and about in the city and if he flew, and she saw his golden wings, he wouldn't be able to deny that he hadn't gone anywhere. Even if he had been able to keep Pan out of his mind, another thing she was teaching hiim was how to block his thoughts, he wouldn't lie to her. He just couldn't. And so, carefully and slowly, Marshal made his way towards the city limits, hiding from anyone or anything that moved out of the corner of his eye. But when he came to the area were all the building seemed to stop as if someone had cut the city off with a knife. If he had thought that the inside of the city looked chaotic, then the outskirts were worse. Cars were piled up ontop of each other or utterly destroyed from people that had overflowed the highway as they tried to flee the city. As he started to pull in for a landing, he noticed a shopping cart of all things filled with pictures and little trinkets. Ignoring his suddenly curiosity to look at the pictures, Marshal walked to a little clear area and let his golden wings sink into his back. This area was perfect. Nothing for him to hur besides already damaged cars.
Setting his sights on what had once been a red toyota, Marshal breathed out and closed his eyes, trying to empty his mind. Whenever he had done this around Pan he always got to excited, or afraid that he would disappoint her and he had rarely gotten past this first stage. But now that he was alone, it seemed easier to do this. The deadly silence of the outside also helped alot and determinely he raised his hand towards the car, trying to will his telekentic abilites to kick in. With his thoughts cleared, Marshal pushed with his mind towards the car. He could invision the car lifting off the ground a few centimeters, but nothing happened. Move Marshal pushed harder with his mind, feeling anger starting to well up inside him. Nothing happened. Move! He opened his eyes, his whole body had started to shake with the effort of his mental pushing MOVE! Nothing happened.
The 6'8 ten year old reacted like any other child would. After days of nothing happening, frustration and anger spewed out of him and he did the only thing children do. He threw a tantrum. Walking forward, Marshal pulled his massive hands into fists and slammed them down on the car, the worn out metal screeching at it was bent down, whatever glass that was left shattering outwards. He cried out as tears started to fall down his cheek and he started punching the car underneath him, beating the metal, demanding that it surrender to his fists rather than his mind. Soon nothing of the car remained, but a twisted heap of metal. Picking it up, Marshal tossed it harshly away from him, the last yell on his lips seeming to hang in the air. The pile of scrape metal slammed into another car, the sound that emerged as a resoulte echoing through the highway. The young Invictius sat down heavily on the hood of a nearby car and drew his knees up underneath his chin, hugging his lanky legs to his chest. Leaning his head down Marshal cried into his knees. Why could he do anything that Pan could? Why would nothing work for him? Would he be able to actually do anything right? Was he broken? Was he just a damaged freak? Sobbing, Marshal didn't notice any walk up until a hand was placed on his shoulder. Startled, he looked up, the tears still clinging to his bis innocent brown eyes.
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Post by dylanaubrey on Dec 24, 2010 3:48:11 GMT -6
  The girl snuck away from her hiding spot, she was making her way to the outskirts of town, for some reason only God knows why, following the back roads of town instead of going through the city where all the demons where making chaos. She ducked down behind anything large enough to conceal her small body throughly every time she saw something move out of the corner of her eye. The metal of the anti-demon weapon felt harsh and cold against her skin. She had been carrying the weapon around her every since she found after she got separated from her family, she had no idea how to use a weapon like this or any other weapon for that matter. If any demon found that little piece of information out, she could say goodbye to living, she was so alone, so scared but it wasn't like the demons cared enough, or at all. She was absolutely terrified of demons, she refused to think that her family could have been caught by a group of them and might be dead at the moment. Every time that thought crept into her head, she beat the negative thought into submission, feeling much more better afterwards otherwise a little shaken up that she even let it into her head.
Dylan was just about to dash out of her current hiding place when a glint of gold in the sky caught her eye. An angel with golden wings? That was different. She thought to herself, the idea intrigued her very much. Once the angel passed her up she dashed out of her hiding place and made to follow the angel. She had reached the highway and was greeted by thousands of cars piled on top each other as they had tried to rush out of the city. Some of these cars were in burning heaps, no doubt not very many of the people made it out. She didn't spot the angel right away, but she didn't worry herself about it as she attempted to climb over the cars. Slowly but surely she climbed the mountain of cars, occasionally cutting her hands and knees on shattered piles of glass. Minutes passed by as she climbed her way through the maze of burning, shattered, twisted heaps of metals and she finally collapsed on a hood of rusted car. She was exhausted, her chest rose and fell heavily as she panted for breath. She was never the most athletic or active in her family, her sister was though, she had been on her high school's track and field team.
The sun shone in silky black hair, the sound of laughter rang in her ears. Two girls were playing a game of tag while their parents sat back watching the two girls on a picnic blanket laid on the grass. "Catch me if you can!" The younger girl giggled as her head was turned to look behind at the person chasing her. She dodged just barely the grasp of the older girl. "Ysabelle, slow down! I'm not on the track team like you!" The girl had a smile on her face though she panted for breath. A slight breeze weaved itself through the two girls sleek black hair. "Hey! You two girls stop this, you look like fools!" Their mother pretended to scold the two girls. "Oh Mama! Lighten up!" Dylan laughed as she collapsed on the blanket next to her parents, watching as her sister ran around, turning her head every now and then to tease her older sister. "Your mother is right you know." Her father said with a mock seriousness. She gave them a big smile before dashing off after her sister. "Oh, I love you two." Those were the last words she said to her parents before the demons suddenly came and overtook the city.
Dylan pulled out of the memory, just as quickly as it came. Loud squealing of metal filled her ears, she lifted her head towards the direction of the noise. She climbed over cars as fast as she could. The girl arrived to witness a guy punching really big dents into a car until it was nothing but a twisted piece of metal. She watched silently as the guy dropped down onto a hood heavily, pulling his knees towards his chest. She didn't what to do or say considering this person was a stranger to her. She stood there a few moments, watching as the guy cried into his knees before she reacted in the only way she knew how.
Slowly she approached him, gently placing her hand on his shoulder once she was close enough, using her thumb to rub circles gently to comfort him. Was it pain or guilt that made her want to sit down and cry herself? This reminded her of the many times she had been around to comfort her sister when she was crying. When his round, innocent brown eyes turned towards her she could have cried. Instead she gave him a weak smile. "What's wrong?"
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Post by payne on Jan 9, 2011 1:48:08 GMT -6
For his whole entire life, Marshal had felt completely useless dispite the fact that he could almost do anything he wanted. It wasn't the fact that he didn't have any talents or wasn't a prodigy of a particular field. Nor was it the fact that he didn't help around the house or do anything like that, in fact, he did more chores than someone of his age would have. It was like he was trying to make up for something so whenever he had spare time he would do things like mow the grass, or do the dishes or once and a while clean the gutters on his roof. As to this contanst cleaning, his old house was always shining, but the cleanliness sometimes made it feel like no one was living there anymore. No, it was more or less the fact that he didn't fit in that made him feel useless.
Being a one of a kind spieces, there was so much that Marshal didn't know about himself and wouldn't learn about himself until he reached a mature age. Ten was hardely the age to be able to master everything in his body, even though his mental capacity was grander than a normal humans. Sure he could calculate advanced calcuations in his head within minutes, and could memorize books within a day or two, but he was till only ten and sometimes that was completely obvious. He felt useless because he could never truly fit in with people around him no matter how hard he tried. Adults were the only ones that would really allow him to hang out around them, but even then, it was only as a child. Other children would have nothing to do with him. Maybe it was the fact that as a child, you could sense things that were supernatural as you were more open the idea of those types of things in the world. So he had learned a childs mannerisms from watching children. But he had never hung out around teenagers as they thought him to be too childish and very immature. And so his mannerisms were a mismash of young child and adults which would confuse people easily. The only person that understood him was Pan as she was once his age to. But it wasn't fair! She could do things that Marshal had no idea how to even start learning how to do.
And that frustrated Marshal to no end. Sitting on the car hood, he rubbed his eyes on his knees, feeling his tears soak through his jeans. She was so talented at everything that she did. She could do things, like bring back the dead! that Marshal had no idea that he would be able to do in the first place. Even when she was flying she was incredibly skilled, more like gliding in certain areas than flying. Marshal was like a kid learning how to walk when he flew. Marshal's sobs raked his shoulders and he didn't notice the sound of the feel approcahing hm and he cried. When the hand touched his shoulder, his head jerked up and he looked into the face of a very pretty asian girl. The circular motion on his back made him feel very comforted even though his mother had always told him, not to talk to strangers. But she looked so nice! "What's wrong?" As she sat down next to him, Marshal couldn't help but wipe his eyes. Even though he didn't know her, he didn't want her to see him crying, even though his tears wouldn't stop flowing. He didn't know if she had seen him destroying cars or anything, and even though he knew he should, he didn't care right now. "It's soooooo haarrrddd...... I can't do it." As he spoke, his lower lip tremebled and he leaned his head on this girls shoulder. "I hate this! I can't get anything to work properlly." She would probably have no idea what he was talking about, but it felt good to voice his thoughts.
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