Sweet! Guess that means it's my turn!

Brook/Gwen ~

I sat there, thinking, slightly dumfounded, after Giovanni left. He had left the door open, leaving no guards. Yet he knew full well that we wouldn't even consider fleeing. The last thing he'd said to me still rang in my ears. He'd evidently seen how angry I was, seeing Elexhiia like that, him describing what he would do to the other kids. He looked at me, very seriously, and said quietly; "Brooke Wendylin, that will scar. It will be a reminder of what we did, and what we can do." I felt the slash that ran completely across my face, starting at my jaw, running up, across the bridge of my nose, over my right eye, stopping just above my eyebrow. It would scar. I sighed. "Well, what do we do?" Nathaniel sighed in return. "I guess we start doing as he said. What choice do we have?" I shook my head in reply. I looked at the list. Surprisingly, the first wasn't Shane's. It was a school I'd never heard of. "This is several miles away, how do we get there?" I asked. 

Okay, again, stopping here. Sorry can't write much, been busy.

I'll just re-write mine to accomodate yours. I'm sorry, I missed the detail that Elexhiia was in a different holding cell then Brooke and Nathaniel. So let's go! 

(Storm is still going to head out to HUNT in the same manner and is going to set fire to the power lines.)

I slipped inside the back door of HUNT and made my way for the holding cells. People ran past me, I ducked into alcoves to avoid them, but still ran into a fair amount of people. When I reached the holding cells, I gasped. The kids were free. Almost all of them. They seemed to be peering around an object in the middle. There was no time- if there were any Shane's kids I needed to get them out while the darkness still held. I would not relish another one of Dr. Mods's lectures. I could hear her grating voice in my head, reprimanding me about how it was my duty to repay for my father's mistakes and why wouldn't I try harder. 

I yelled at the kids (in a voice that was most certainly not mine, in case some HUNT employee thought it would be an excellent time to check up on the kids), "Hurry up and get out, they'll catch you if you don't hurry," and spread a small pair of wings (it was a narrow corridor) to fly above the mass of kids. The commotion in the middle appeared to be a faintly glowing girl, who I recognised to be the new girl Shane's just accepted, some kind of energy girl. I landed past the huddle, they seemed to be moving off towards to the exit, carrying the energy girl with them, and retracted the wings. I ran down the hall, checking the cells. I burst into one to see the weird kid who suggested this mission and some girl in the room. Jackpot.

They were looking at a paper of some kind, and I once I creatd a fire in my palm. I could make out three small crates in the corner. The heads turned to stare at me, wide-eyed. "It's time to escape," I snapped. And then, "What's that?" The boy answered, "The crates?" I was too skittish to answer sarcastically, "Yes, the crates! Tell me now!"

The girl wimpered, "It's bad. There are these bottles--when they're put in the electrical systems, they release this weird substance. It's supposed to stop kids' superpowers. Completely."

I was struck with a thought that hit with the force of a lightening bolt. "I know how to dispose of it. For right now, just get out!" The boy and girl ran to the door. The boy paused in the doorway for a second. "Thanks, Storm."

"Just don't take my seat," I snarled.

As soon as he vanished around the door, I ripped open the top crate and lifted out a bottle. It appeared to be glass at first, but it was actually stong plastic. I grinned. All the better. I filled my backpack with all the vials--the crates were pretty small, so they didn't carry that many.

Before I ran out the door, I examined the paper. A list of superhero schools. I could go around and plant all the vials, but that would be playing right into Giovanni's hands. I had a better idea.

I reached into my pants pocket for a pen--I always travel with one--and scribbled out a message to Giovanni: "I guess I picked up my payment a little early. Oh, and guess what? You know what they say--dragons are awfully hard to contain. Looks like you'll have to find a new messanger boy--one who isn't indebted to you!" I threw it in a crate and closed the lid.

I dashed out in the next instant. The herd of kids was gone--looks like they all escaped. I ran through the building, hiding from all empolyees, until I found the skylight. It was a small window, and high up, but I was able to shove my backpack through and clambor through myself.  Once through, I opened my wings and flew off. 

I blasted through the Shane's window so fast Catherine nearly screamed. "Hold on," I commanded. "I've got to do something quickly." I retracted my wings, and ran through the halls so fast, it was a wonder that I didn't run into anyone. I found the electrical room quickly and figured out how to get the vial inside the system. I undid the clasp on the vial--there were marked directions on how to use it--and backed out of the room. Another run through the halls and *bang* into my room.

"What's going on?" Catherine asked. "No time," I huffed and grasped her wrist. We leaped off the window sill and I let a particularly large pair of wings open, to accomodate the extra weight.

And we were off. Finally, free. And now I'm going to do something about the ones who have oppressed me my entire life. 

I agree! I would write a post, but I'm kind of busy making a claymation video for my character's 25 "Anniverery" edition story, which will happen in four weeks.

Maybe I will write a post later. 

Okay, so, I'll now write the next post in reply to Theo's latest! Let's see, Brooke's unconcious so...

Brooke ~

I wasn't sure how long I'd been out, but it didn't seem like long. I woke to John gently taking my pulse, evidently making sure I'm still alive. I blinked my eyes open. The sky was still dark, but everything else was still rather hazy. I vaguely made out two objects in the sky. One I thought was Nathaniel. That made sense, since he discovered he could fly. But the other looked like Geovanni, which made no sense at all. Pain still coursed through my body, not as strongly as before. I could feel it weakening me internally even more. My breath was coming even slower, and keeping my eyes open became more difficult as well. John helped me sit up, and asked me what all had happened, but I was unable to speak. He looked around for cover, knowing we couldn't make it far. Kids still were running in panic. Some were watching the spectacle in the sky, debating whether to stay and see if they could help, or run. He spied a dark alley several building down, and helped up. Together we managed to duck down behind a dumpster, but continued watching Nathaniel. He had evidently quickly gotten the hang of flying, for he was doing some pretty creative moves so fast he managed to even impress Brooke, which, frankly, isn't easy. The two evaded each other, Giovanni chasing, Nathaniel ducking away at the last second. I had come to the conclusion that Giovanni had a jet pack, which gave him much less versitility than Nathaniel. But then...

I know, I know, I keep leaving it at cliffhangers! Sorry! Cappie says ople. I know, you don't believe me either Cappie. Sigh.