Prototypes: Super Hero RP (Finished)

[Doc Theta Sigma]

Doc smiled pleasantly as he wandered around the complex with the woman he met earlier at his side. Her name was Natasha, she was a preacher of sorts for their cause. All of this had been explained to him by her, along with some files full of documents she had found. The other people around them were also experiment to create Prototypes like him... The 5% and 20% results. But he learned there had been 7 other Prototypes that had escaped the complex a while ago. As a result the place had been locked down, sealing them inside. Guards were posted on the outside of each exit, ordered to kill anybody who tried to escape. Their own private prison, using the same facility where they had been created. This is where Doc's powers came in.

"This may get unpleasant... Do you know how many guards there are?"

"Roughly two for each unlocked exit. Which makes about 10 guards overall"

Only 10? This should be almost too easy

As they approached one exit, Doc could hear shouting ahead.

"GET BACK OR I'LL SHOOT! GET BACK!"

Ahead of them were a crowd of the 5% and 20%, all milling around a steel door ahead with a viewing slit in the middle of the door. Two gun barrels were poking through. The others parted as Doc approached the door. He placed two fingers to one of his temples and reached out with his mind, using his powers to take control of their minds.

"Withdraw your weapons"

The two gun barrels withdrew from the slit, allowing Doc to see outside. The two guards looked confused... And terrified as they were forced to obey.

"Point them at each other"

The two guards now looked definitely terrified. Doc smiled.

"Fire"

Doc watched as the two guards exchanged terrified looks before pulling the triggers on their automatic rifles, shredding each other to bloody pulp. Doc looked to the sides of the slits, looking for other guards. And sure enough, the sound of gunfire had drawn their attention. Doc opened the door.

Time for a little encouragement

He turned to the 5% and 20% lining the corridors.

"Go forth my children! Strike them down where they stand!"

The experiments gave out a roar of approval and began streaming out. Doc waited in the doorway and watched them take down a few of the guards before a few of them were taken down in a hail of gunfire. The others leapt at the few remaining guards, closing the distance before they had a chance to open fire. They smashed open the guards skulls as if they were ripe melons. After they had been dealt with, Doc and Natasha stepped out into the biting wind and onto the frigid-snow covered ground. Natasha turned her head towards Doc.

"What do we do now?"

"That's simple. We find the Seven, and welcome them to our cause"

 

[SamuelT]

Samuel was punched back by the blow. This 20% had caught him by surprise. The doctor had been keeping a 20% with him, just in case. Samuel hadn't sensed him, strange. The common strength and speed of a 20 caught him by surprise. As a result he was bleeding. Samuel couldn't focus enough to pull the strings, so he unsheathed a knife and held it in a fighting stance.

"Oh, come now #4. A god like yourself would use a knife?" The 20% sneered. This confused Samuel he had been told that the prototypes were revered as gods. Why would this one be like this? The 20 tried to punch him, but Samuel avoided the blow and sliced the 20 acrosss the chest. He stumbled back.

"Ah! What..." He said before the poison reached his heart, paralyzing it. The 20 fell backwards and died. Samuel was panting. He looked around and saw the doctor in a corner, almost to tears. Samuel grinned.

"Pavel, good to see you." he said before focusing enough to grab hold of the mans strings. He lifted him off the ground and weaved his coat through the wall, trapping him there. Pavel whimpered.

"I've got some questions." Samuel said before sitting in the mans chair. "First one, where did my money and possessions go after the Cryo-Stasis?"

Pavel swallowed and said with a thick accent.

"They were confiscated by the state to fund other projects."

Samuel thought. That was rather permanent. No chance of getting all that back. Pity.

"Alright, second question. What did you do to the relatives? My girlfriend wasn't there anymore when I got back home.."

Pavel avoided Samuel's piercing gaze.

"Ve had to silence them. So we.."

Samuel let the man crash down. Pavel grunted when he hit the floor. Samuel pulled his head backwards and looked him straight in the eyes.

"Did you kill them, did you!?"

Pavel's eyes widened, and the fear of death was clearly visible in them. He nodded.

"But not all of them, some were put to use in state buisness, as co-workers!" He quickly added, as if that statement alone could stop Samuel from tearing him to pieces.

"Do you have them on record?" Samuel asked coldly. Pavel nodded quickly, pointing to his laptop. "Then you're no longer of use to me." Samuel said and killed the man by severing the nerves leading to his brain. Pavel went limp.

Samuel sighed. Although foolish, he had still held some hope that Kate was still alive. She'd be an old women by now, but it would set his mind at ease. He sat behind the computer. He had to dig into the mans hard-drive to find the old files. They were stamped with the number and name of each subject, dubbed "Personal connections"

He opened it. There were lists of people who were killed, and who were taken by the Union at the time. He looked at #4's file. Kate stood listed as "Killed"

Samuel sighed again. He knew this had happened, but here was the hard proof. No room for speculation or false hope here. He copied the rest of the files onto a USB-device he had with him.

Samuel looked up when he heard the 20 moan. The man got up, clutching his chest. He looked at Pavel, saw that he was dead, and jumped out of the open window. Samuel could do nothing to stop him. He looked outside, and sat the 20 land neatly on the street, scaring the other people on the street. He ran away to the east with a surprising fast pace.

I wonder where he's going... Samuel thought.

[Gee, I don't hope he reports to the #8, and the rest of the 5 and 20% that would really be a bummer...]

 

[Sparrow]

Sparrow, still drowsy, was un-aware of the destination they'd arrived at. Sarah seemed happy however, so he didn't really mind.

He propped himself up in the chair once more, and turned to see the many faces of those in the car, who seemed as confused as him.

"So, whats happening then?"

 

[ae86gamer]

[Actually it does exist ]

Sarah walked out of the car and down the street. Her hopes were high. She wanted to find her friend and tell him everything that had happened to them.

She finally made her way to State Street. She scanned around looking for the adress.

"Found it."

She waved for the rest of the group to follow her. She made her way down the stairs and made her hand into a fist to knock on the door. She was hesitant but was reassured by Sparrow. She knocked on the door and within minutes a man answered. He was old, walking with a cane and thick glasses. He was at least in his seventies, maybe older.

Spoiler: :)

Sarah is making most of her backstory up.

"Yes? May I help you?"
"Hello, my name is... Nathalie."
"Well may I help you Nathalie."
"Yes. I think you knew my grandmother. Her name was Sarah Raneese."
"Your her granddaughter? Well thats impossible."
"No actually its entirely possible. She had my mother right before she disappeared."

The man smiled and waved them in. He seemed genuinely excited to see Sarah, or Nathalie as she was calling herself. The man introduced himself as Kyle Lombardo.

Should I tell him everything that has happened. No, I better not. Its been too long and I can't tell him that. He'd think I was crazy. He's so old, is that how old I would be if I was never frozen and tested?

The group spent a long time in the mans house. He showed them pictures of Sarah and himself as children playing in Sarah's mansion. The were also more pictures of Sarah and her parents. Seeing all of these made Sarah tear up but she held back the tears.

After a few hours the group left Kyle's house.

"Well its been nice having you here Nathalie. You look exactly like you grandmother. Its a shame that she disappeared. Keep all those pictures, and when your in town again come back. And have your friends come to, they're weird but I like 'em. Goodbye everyone."

Kyle closed the door and the group was back on the sidewalk. Sarah was admiring the photos that Kyle had given her. The pictures of her past life eased the tense situation but still reminded her that everything she once had was now lost.

"I did what I needed to. We should find a place to sleep now."

Spoiler: OOC

I'm not gonna be here today. Feel free to control my character

 

[Doc Theta Sigma]

Doc hummed to himself pleasantly while he sat in the chair, looking at the bank of monitors in front of him. Once the guards had been killed, Doc had seen no reason to move away from the complex... It had everything they needed after all. A few repairs needed to be made but that was a relatively small task. His main concern was with the other 7 Prototypes. Once the power had been restored he'd looked through the computers for any information about them but it'd been wiped... Or taken. However he'd found information in the paper files and the television channels had brought up some interesting information. He had it running in a continuous loop on the monitors.

"There are still no suspects in the murder of a former head scientist of the Soviet Union. Police say the investigation is still on-going"

He had looked up the details of this head scientist. It seemed he had been the brainchild of the project. If he had been murdered, it was likely to be one of the Seven. Working out which one was proving to be more difficult... They all had the same reason to kill him, even if it wouldn't change anything. As he contemplated this, he heard a cough from behind him. Swinging around in the chair he saw Natasha holding a mobile phone. She was smiling.

"What?"

"One of the 20% in America has encountered one of the Seven. He's on the phone now"

Doc held out his hand and she placed the phone in his palm, holding it to his ear, he spoke.

"Which one was it?"

"#4, I'm certain of it."

Doc picked up the file on #4 from a table in front of him and opened it. Written in neat handwriting on the yellowing paper was information about #4:

Name: Samuel Theuns
Subject Number: #4
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Notes: Subject #4 has developed reality warping abilities with the 40-B Hormones. Can alter environment and body to his will to a limited degree. When strained too much, subject can injure or kill itself. Kept in cryogenic stasis until further notice.

"Excellent. Follow him as closely as you can without being noticed and update me regularly. I'll be paying him a little visit soon enough"

 

[Sparrow]

Sparrow could do nothing for Sarah. No words could console her in a situation like this. The least he could do was guide his limp body to the car by himself, but Sarah did not let him. Even after all that had happened, she was still thinking about the others welfare instead of her own.

Aesis face mirrored Sparrow's feelings. He was lost for though. There was only one thing they could do now, keep themselves busy.

"Sarah. Could I use that phone Samuel gave you?"

Sarah fumbled around checking each of her pockets, until she finally found the phone and handed it to Sparrow. Phoning the only number in the address book, Sparrow held the phone up to his ear. Samuel's gruff voice greeted him at the end of the phone, and asked if there was a problem. Sparrow did not respond to his question, and only grunted out a sharp sentance.

"Subject #5. We need to find him."

 

[SamuelT]

Samuel's phone rang. He looked at the display, and saw that it was his own. He opened the transmission.

"Sarah? Is there a problem?" He asked. The voice of Sparrow greeted him instead of Sarah's.

"Subject #5, We need to find him." Sparrow said. It seemed urgent.

#5...#5...An image of a man with a very pale skin and light hair came to his thought. A strange fellow.

"Why, what's going on Sparrow?"

 

[scotth266]

Patrick was worried. Granted, this was nothing new: but somehow it felt different this time. His head hurt, and then some: it felt as though someone had hit him over the head with a sledgehammer. He managed to keep himself from grimacing in front of Sarah's friend though.

After the meeting, Patrick's head stopped hurting, or at least it wasn't so bad that he couldn't focus. Calming down, he thought to himself:

It's probably just a side effect from using my powers too much yesterday. I'll be alright...

But he couldn't shake the sense that something WRONG had just happened.

As the strange feeling that was hanging over him passed, he heard Sparrow mention subject #5.

"Iceous? A-Are you sure you want to meet him? He's k-kinda creepy..."

 

[Sparrow]

Sparrow sighed deeply, and waited a few seconds before he responded to Samuel's question.

"Our past is catching up with us Sam, but we're all together in a tight group. #5 is a lone target, easy to take out. If this situation is as bad as you say, he'll be dead before the weekend."

 

[SamuelT]

"Yeah...well you're right. But #5 could be anywhere, literally anywhere in the world." Samuel said.

"I've found some files about us, but there is nothing in them about our current locations. Except #8 of course, he's still in the facility."

Iceous? A-Are you sure you want to meet him? He's k-kinda creepy.. Someone said from Sparrow's side, probably Patrick.

 

[Sparrow]

Sparrow covered the side of the phone, so the others couldn't hear either side of the conversation.

"How do you know about #8, Sam? I thought I was the only one that knew."

 

[SamuelT]

"He's mentioned in all of the reports I've read over the years. He seems to be responsible for many deaths during the testing, and the main reason why the project was scut off from funding." Samuel said.

"It seems like he's quite the unstable guy, although details about his powers aren't in the files. Something to do with his mind, but nothing else."

 

[scotth266]

Patrick was confused. Why was Sparrow holding the phone so he and the others couldn't hear what he was saying? And why did he look so startled all of a sudden? It was strange to see Sparrow look off-balance about anything.

Worried a little, Patrick used the Gift to look at the edges of Sparrow's mind. Nothing too deep, nothing he could sense: just the surface thoughts, what he was saying at that moment.

"How do you know about #8, Sam? I thought I was the only one that knew."

Patrick looked up sharply. There was a #8? If so, why hadn't Sparrow or Samuel told him, or any of the others about it?

 

[Sparrow]

Sparrow had read the same files, and scanned through the subject's history. He was no different from them before the tests. Just a normal human.

"Look. Just keep it between us, alright? I don't want the others knowing. They're messed up enough already."

Q:I would just read your minds and all, but I figure that you want to do things your way? In which case I won't pull that.

[You can do as you like, you could even tell the others if you wish. We have a storyline, but it's very flexible. It was designed so each player can do as they like]

 

[scotth266]

There we go, I edited the past for maximum conspirazorz! Remember that my guy is paranoid? Well guess what Sparrow, you and Samuel just wound up at the top of his suspicious persons list

 

[SamuelT]

[Boo-yah! Internal conflict!]


"Sure, I'll keep this between us. But #5, how do you-"

Samuel stopped walking. He had found the 20, he was standing in a phone-booth.

"Hold that thought." He said. He compressed the booth and crushed the 20 between the metal and glass booth.

"Sorry about that, How do you want to find #5?"

 

[Sparrow]

"He travelled from America back to Russia after we escaped. I'm fairly certain the government would be quite suspicious of a dead man booking a plane ticket, so no doubt they know where he went, and have tracked all his movements since. Your the tech freak Samuel, so you'd be more suited for this job than me."

Sparrow paused again, and took the current task into consideration.

"Hack the US data banks, and run a check on his name. No doubt he'll be the first on the list."

 

[SamuelT]

"....Well, I guess that it would be possible. I'll try, but I'm certainly not a tech-freak. What makes you think that?" Samuel said.

The people on the streets were screaming and panicking about the sudden compression or the booth. Samuel quickly moved away from the chaos, and started to move towards Walker Avenue, the rest of the group would be there.

 

[Sparrow]

"Can you boot up a computer? Then your a tech-freak in my books. I couldn't find the on switch if it was the size of supermodel's jugs."

Sparrow limped a short distance from the other test subjects, who we're growing suspicious.

"When your in the system, run a full check of everything about us. Our deaths, media coverage of the events if any, our status after we we're admitted to the tests facility. Everything. I want to know if we can salvage our lives."

 

[Shapsters]

Emily followed the other heroes, sighing she asked,

"So, we are going to find #5? Do we know what kind of powers he has?"

[Sorry guys, I wont be here today, just try to bring Emily up occasionally]