POST 1
<sub>The sound of broken glass,

“Is everyone alright?”

The shuffling of frightened people.

“Yeah, we’re alright. How’s the test subject?”

Hearing was her gift of sight.

“Her readings are erratic, I can’t get anything clear...”

There was light. Light?

“I think… Someone get Dr. Dmitriev... I think she can see.”


Lena opened her eyes, shadows danced across her newly acquired like of sight, Nothing was clear, sounds started to clash against her consciousness; Her brain struggling to make new connections fast enough so that she could understand these new things. The fluorescent lights of the room were blinding, she could hear the shuffling of doctors and where the sounds were coming from, but what was this? She was frightened, where was she?

“She’s starting to hyperventilate.” One shadow started to grab her forehead.

She struggled to speak, WHAT… IS… THIS?! only muffled sounds came out. They had taped her mouth. There wasn’t enough air, she needed to breathe.
She tried to get up. she was bound to the chair. Panic started to flood her mind. Lights flashed, people were moving, someone was touching her. “MMPHH!” her nose was flaring. She was thrashing against the restraints.

“She’s starting to suffocate, someone give her a sedative!” There was beeping, it kept getting faster. Where was she?! Shadows started to swarm her.

“She’s moving to much! I can’t get the needle in!”

A painful stinging was coming from her right arm she could see something silver in her arm. A broken needle. But all Lena could think about was about the pain.

“She needs air!” More pain, the tape had come off, air filled her lungs.

She screamed.

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There was broken glass over the floor, liquids were spilled across the floor, people were bleeding, all of them unconscious. Lena stepped down from the medical chair. The floor was cold. Glass crunched under her bare feet. She winced. Lena could see her foot. She took another step. Just as cold.

I’m cold…

She walked over to one of the unconscious women on the floor, there was a name tag, but Lena had never seen letters before. She took the white lab coat and draped herself in it. It was silent when she left the room except for the sound of broken glass.

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It was raining outside. Lena had never seen the rain. She cried. People are not really observant when they are in the midst of a panic. People were running everywhere, shouting orders, and one man was even laughing. Unbelievable. She walked slowly to the door and exited the building. She reached an open gate, and sat. She sat in front of the gate to the Morde headquarters, dripping wet, and cried. Breathing heavily, she lifted herself from the muddy ground and headed towards the city, disappearing into the rain.</sub>


POST 2
"You called for me, sir?"

"Yes, Logan, we have an assignment for you. Just recently three of our 'Test Subjects' were exposed to a large amount of chemicals, due to a malfuction, and escaped the facility."

"You want me to retrieve them?"

"Just one, one known as Lena, She seems to be a Serose, Sect J"

"You said she was exposed to a surplus of chemicals?"

"Yes and, as a result, her powers have drastically increased in strength. We also have reason to believe that she has gained her sense of sight."

"Such a drastic change could have pushed her into a state of panic and confusion. Do I have any equipment in case the shit hits the fan"

"We have a crate with your supplies waiting for you at the exit of the building, it might not be much but I'm sure you can make good use of them. By the way, we have arranged for you to work in a team of three. Though we are short handed for the time being, dealing with damages and concealing this from reaching the press, we could only get you one extra team member. However, expect a second to assist you if one becomes available."

"Yes sir."

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Logan sat down in a chair nearby the front door and scanned through the crate of equipment, a cell phone, a total of ten tracking devices, and a series of tranquilizers. "What do you think, Brandon?"

"I think it's all a bunch of bull shit, however, I suppose we could make this work to our benefit quite nicely."

"Very well." Logan leaned back in the chair, setting the crate aside for now, as he waited to meet his team mate.

POST 3

I hate this.

Several squeaks filled the air as wet rubber clashed with aluminum tiles. The shrill sounds were almost as annoying as the panicking people that ran senselessly about. Almost, Miyuki reminded herself. Her teal scarf fluttered behind her with each step, creating a slight breeze. For protection from the rain, a synthetic, leather jacket donned her shoulders, and beneath it, a green sweater peeked. Denim covered her legs in their entirety, minus the bit of flesh left exposed near her ankles. It was casual, almost too casual, for the assignment at hand.

xxx

How can you sit at a time like this?

Impatient eyes gazed at the unfamiliar forms. In such a large building, it was difficult to keep track of specific members; faces were unimportant and rarely recognized. It didn’t help that no one had bothered to give her a name or a description; all she had was a photo of the subject. While she had found people before on less, this was different. This was teamwork.


POST 4
Logan looked up at the blurred figure, just another assortment of shapes and colors. Just like the rest of the world.

"It's a great time to sit. It helps relax the body and makes it easier to think on the situation at hand."

He pulled the eyepatch out of his pocket and slipped it on his left eye, covering the cataract, clearing his vision. Brandon took a moment to look at the provided photo of the target.

"I guess your the first teammate, huh?" Brandon said as he handed her the photo. "Thats our target, have you been informed on anything yet?"

POST 5

Already, things were off to a horrible start.

Beneath her scarf, Miyuki’s lips curled in detest. This was not a time for relaxation, not when a monster was on the loose. Barely. Have you? In the back of her mind, Miyuki prayed that she was not supposed to be subordinate to either of the men. Really, she hoped everything could be wrapped up quickly, before she was tempted to do something rash, like strangle the worthless men she was supposed to be working with.

Either way, we should head out now. We can‘t let too much time pass, unless you enjoy the aspect of failure.


POST 6
Brandon stood and picked up the crate before making his way towards the door.

"Your right, we should get moving. I'll let you in on everything while we search for the target."

Brandon then suddenly stopped and turned toward his new companion.

"By the way, your going to be dealing with me for a while. Logan feels it's best this way, I'm Brandon, we both share the name Spragg. And you Are?"

POST 7

Miyuki.

There was a last name, but it was unimportant. So. The target: Where was the last sighting? Maybe if we hurry, there will be a trail… This wouldn’t be so bad, Miyuki realized. If they could find a lead, and get a trace on the target, then it would be easy to wrap things up. Briefly, Miyuki took notice of the crate that sat in the hands of her teammate.

What’s that? She pointed to the wooden container, curiosity flooding her chocolate eyes. The contents were unfamiliar, but surely had some purpose. That, or Brandon had a fancy for unnecessary luggage.


POST 8
"The last sighting of the target was here," Brandon sighed and gazed slightly toward the ground in thought "that was just before she left....."

Brandon then caught himself and quickly turned toward the door. "C'mon." Wind rushed in through the doorway as it opened. Blowing back his hair and black button down shirt.

"We've been supplied with a cell phone, tracking devices, and tranquilizers. It's all in the crate, we'll take a company car until we can get a lead."

Brandon stepped out into the rain, the various puddles soaked the ankles of his pants. He hated the feeling that it produced against his leg, it was awkward and uncomfortable.

"Apparently our target is a Serose, Sect J, and shes been exposed to a large amount of chemicals. Good thing is that she has gained her missing sight, which means the Mordes might be making progress. Bad thing is that her powers are significantly enhanced, and with the sudden change from blind to sight, there is reason to believe that she has gone into a state of panic." Brandon unlocked the car doors and continued to fiddle with the key. "Logan and I figure that whether we get a lead to the target or not, with a scream that loud, she shouldn't be too hard to track down."

He opened the door and sat down in the drivers seat, closing the door as he started the car.


POST 9

With each step, Miyuki nodded.

The information was more than enough for them to get started. On the secluded island, ferries were few and far in between. No matter how much her powers had enhanced, she still couldn’t magically traverse the miles of ocean necessary to reach another island or the mainland. Mm. If only it weren’t raining… Miyuki glazed upward at the downpour as they passed outside. It wasn’t that she had a grudge against the weather, but it did destroy evidence with ease.

The mention of a car brought her attention back to the situation, and back to Brandon. Her eyebrows lowered considerably. A car? Isn’t that obvious? She’ll hear us coming from miles away.


POST 10
"The car is temporary, we'll just be using it to get around until we can track her. Also, to stay out of the rain."

Brandon started the car and drove down the street looking around at various buildings. He stopped the car as he noticed a particularly crowded bar, perhaps someone in there could have spotted the target.

"Do you wanna get a drink?"

POST 11

Automatically, Miyuki glared.

The car was bad enough, but now this? Please tell me you’re joking. Outside the car, rain continued to pound relentlessly. The roads and sidewalks were nearly flooded, not to mention devoid of all life. She’ll be off the fucking island by the time we start getting serious. She crossed her arms like a pouting child. It was difficult to please such a woman. We can go in and ask for information, but nothing else. Perhaps, someone had witness the girl roaming. If they were lucky, that is.


POST 12
"Alright."

Brandon shut the car off and went to open the door, stopping suddenly as he stared off into the distance.

"I don't know... Are you sure about this? ... -sigh- Alright." Brandon flipped up the eye patch and allowed Logan to take over for the time being.

"Shall we?" Logan stepped out of the car and walked up to the doorway of the bar. Before he could even finish walking inside, a man standing just inside the door stopped him; most likely a bouncer.

"Your kind isn't welcome here." The man said rather harshly.

"Oh, I'm sorry, but I was just looking for an old friend and was hoping to find them here."

"Well, your going to have to look somewhere else."

"Please, can you atleast tell me if you have seen this person recently?" Logan held up the picture of the target.

The bouncer studied the picture and shoved Logan away. "Get the fuck out of here, scum, before I make you!"

Brandon then flipped the eye patch back down over their eye. "Wrong answer!" He grabbed the bouncer by the shoulders and spun him into a wall, pressing his forearm into the man's throat as silence engulfed the room.

"Sorry, but I'm not as patient as my better half. Now, have you seen this person?" Brandon hovered the picture in front of the bouncer's face as he waited for an answer.

"...Yeah, I've seen her, she wandered down the street about a half hour ago."

"Thank you." Brandon freed the man and stepped back outside looking around. "She couldn't have gotten too far."

(Sorry if I made this post confusing at all.)

POST 13
<sub>Lena staggered down the rainy street, her bare feet, slipping on the wet concrete. Warm tears ran down her face, mixing with the cold rain water and dripping snot. Her head was beating against the rhythm of her heart, her brain fighting against her skull for freedom, she was in pain.

Oh, god, who am I?

She could barely hear her own thoughts through the static white noise of the rain. She could see that her feet were bleeding, but all the colors still swirled in her eyes. She could tell that the people surrounding her were afraid of her, staring at her as they would a car wreck. She sniffed, and lifted herself. Suddenly she panicked, she felt something familiar. Her ability to empathize suddenly assaulted her mind. Someone was looking for her. Without even turning to find out, she bolted.

No! No! Not again! NOT AGAIN!!

She looked for anywhere to run, instinctively she screamed in a pitch high enough for only other Serose to hear, she recognized every wall in her immediate surroundings. Her breathing settled once more, and her pace quickened, and she ran down the nearest alley. Her blooded feet hit concrete one after the other… Hit. Hit. Hit. Concrete. Asphalt. Metal. Metal? Her feeling of touch hadn’t dulled just because she regained her sight; she still had a blind man’s touch. There, a manhole. The perfect escape. She stuck her fingers where ever she could get a grip, and pulled. Her fingers hurt against the concrete, but she had to get away, by any means. Her skin started to tear, her fingertips pulled with all their might, but she couldn’t get the metal cover off the hole.

There has to be some thing here!

Lena’s eyes began to scan the alley for any kind of lever, anything at all. But, in place like this, the only place to find something would be… the dumpster.

She lifted the cover to the dumpster and started to dig. The smell was terrible, there was old food everywhere, most all of it was rotten; this must have been a restaurant. Then, voices. The chef had exited the restaurant, yelling at one of his cooks.

“You call these knives?! These are disgusting and worn! Throw them out, and get a better set tomorrow or you’re fired!”

Lena froze. She didn’t dare to breath.

The clanging of kitchen knives, against the walls of the dumpster met her ears and the close of the back door rang through the alleyway. As soon as the door closed Lena grabbed some of the knives and headed back to the manhole. She stuck the knife at the edge of the manhole, and pushed. The knife bent and the manhole cover just barely budged. But she got it to move. She threw away the bent knife and grabbed the thickest one she could find, stabbed it in the tiny opening and pushed. The cover gridded open, as the knife started to bend as well. Again, she tossed the useless knife and began to push the now open, plate. She grabbed another knife, and started to climb down the hole. The grimy ladder led down into the darkness and Lena took hold. She could feel the grime on the ladder, as she climbed. She reached rung after rung and then, her foot slipped on the ladder. She gasped, and held on with her hands, but with the force of the fall, gravity ripped her fingers from the rungs and she fell down into the sewers. Her scream echoed throughout the city’s pipes and erupted out of manhole after manhole. For a moment, she became the city’s voice. She lifted herself, knife in hand and forehead bleeding, and continued to walk deeper into the city and farther away from her pursuers.</sub>

POST 14
Brandon started walking back to the car when a loud scream caught him off guard. He turned alarmed in the direction it came from.

The street?

But the street was empty. Brandon bolted toward the sound, he left the box of equipment in the car, Fuck the supplies. He thought as he realized he was standing on top of the sound when he stopped running, he looked down to see a manhole.

"The sewer." He turned toward Miyuki with a look of fire in his eyes. "Lets go!"

It took a moment for him to dig his fingers into the edges of the cover and pull it free. "You first." He said as he moved the cover aside.