Runaway (Invite only)

It had been only a few days since he left home, Jake's own family had betrayed him. It was devastating, why did this have to happen to him? Why did he have to be a freak? It was just his luck, really. Now his own family was afraid of him, of what he could do. The cops were looking for him for no reason, no crime was committed. This was supposed to be a free country, one that gave its citizens rights. Regardless of if they were a meta human or not. Maybe times had changed, but it still didn't make Jake feel any less disgusted.

He had been driving in the car he stole for a few hours now, its a damn good thing he learned how to drive as early as he did. His aim was to get out of town, maybe even out of state. But it had been a long and emotionally draining night, he had to get some sleep. He had no money, but that wouldn't be a problem if his powers could do what he thought they could. He wasn't one to steal, but hey, the cops already labeled him a criminal.

He was running low on fuel now, so he pulled off the high way and into a hole in the wall gas station. He stepped out of the car, stretching his body and breathing in the cold fresh air. It was a beautiful night, he always enjoyed the night. Sometimes he would climb on to the roof when his parents fell asleep just to look at the sky and listen to music. After looking over his surroundings Jake finally approached the gas stations entrance, making a B line for the atm.

"Lets test this out." He muttered to himself before attempting to use his power. After a few seconds of concentration he felt his mind link to the computer in the atm, he saw it all, every function and every line of binary that made it work. Again, this terrified him. He couldn't control it, all the information came at once. He felt like he was trying to listen to 40 people at once. He disconnected and tumbled backwards with a grunt.

"Come on, you can do this." He said as he once again approached the atm.  He sighed slowly before attempting it again, he felt the connection and all the information surge through his brain. He kept himself calm and started to try to sort through it all, and was successful. Next thing he knew money came pouring out of the slot, well that was nifty. He gave himself a mental pat on the back before fueling his car up, and getting something to eat of course. With a breakfast burrito in hand he walked around to the driver side  and opened the door.

It was another night in this country that still had a great potential to expand, but they were not moving at an easy route. People would revolt and attack weaker meta humans or even aliens who had no extreme power like fire or air control. Even though humans were afraid of attacking him he still gave up his time to help them and run down the bad meta humans acting like a rouge cop holding the leash for the stronger people.

He had been on leave for a while now and decided he needed to get back in his game. Residing in this small town visiting friends that could not come meet him. He said his good byes and parted ways. If anything he over stayed his welcome by weeks, but its not as if they had to bust more jobs to cooperate with him residing there for a little while. no he just basically rented a room and they agreed.

Now he was on his way he headed up the road. He made two stops one was at a dinner where he order a coke and a burger for the road because he was not one of those he survived on the juice of the universe so he needed something to lift him and food was perfect for that reason. I took but 10 short minutes to finish his food and he was out. Going down the road he was as happy as any other person could be when suddenly the gas light came on. Looking back up he seen a gas station. "Well I guess that is a stroke of luck." He thought to himself as he turned the music down.

Pulling up he positioned the car and stepped out taking a glance at the pump. He walked in and placed money on the counter for the purchase. After going back out he noticed the sound of money being dispensed. "Hmm? By the looks of it that kid is not even of age to own a bank account." He kept the thought to himself as he fueled the car and waited for him to leave. The kit shut his door and Mykel cranked the car in the effort to simply tail him and see if his suspicions were right.

Hyperion is not a good a person, you could ask anyone who knew him about it and they would say the same thing.”Hey!” One of the gas station employees would shout at him as the abyssal incarnate reached through slightly shattered glass to pick up what appeared to be a few legs of fried chicken, plopping them into a rough brown bag. Where did he get the bag you might ask, and the answer if very simple really. He got it somewhere, that's all you're getting really.

”Blah blah blah, you really love to hear yourself talk, don't you?” Hyperion muttered with a roll of his eyes, checking his inventory and then trekking back to that part of the store where they kept drinks, digging around until he found an orange soda of some kind. They were probably calling the cops, or pulling out a gun, oh how fun those guns were. Not that cops or guns would help them, afterall he was some sort of metahuman thing. Obviously they were continuing to protest, not that he cared.

Turning upon his heels, Hyperion would make for the door. What he came face to face with was a gun, or rather a shotgun. Lovely weapons they were, really but then again he had no time to show that the gun would do nothing against him. Softly, the villain tutted, releasing a small amount of energy fro his fingertip that nimbly shore through the weapon until it was reduced to nothing but broken metal. ”I am really sorry for your convenience store being inconvenienced. Sad truth is, i'm a villain, I don't pay for anything.” He said so patronizingly, waggling his eyebrows before stepping out of the establishment. No pointless killings now, but if they did try again, minds might be changed about that fact.

Adjusting his black jacket, Hyperion left the store and into the brisk air. ”Now this, is what I call a good day.” Well, that was until he found himself staring down a cop car.

”Ah fuck it.” There were more coming too, this was just not good.

Khell was out for a night after a contract completed and a job well done in his 1970 Dodge Challenger with Viking Death March blasting from the sound system, not many would be able to figure out that the car was a beast that would be able to put most dragsters to shame with the sheer power under the hood, but that's the way he liked his personal projects, subtle until the gloves were dropped. He's driving the out of the way roads to avoid traffic and because he prefers the scenery. It might also have been because if he were pulled over and searched, most law enforcement probably wouldn't even be able to comprehend the tech that was stored in the car, let alone why anyone would be keeping a full suit of medieval-esque armour and weapons in the trunk. The fuel light comes on so he finds the nearest gas station and pulls up to the pumps behind another car. Sure is busy here this late, isn't it? He gets out of his car and walks past the ATM at the entrance and notices the boy's level of concentration in front of it. Don't focus on it too hard kid, you look like you're going to burst a vessel. Walks over to the counter and places some bills on it, "Keep the change." and heads right back out past the same kid as money starts pouring out of the machine. Interesting... He gets outside and fuels his car  before hearing the shopkeeper exclaim from inside. Not your problem right now, you are no hero and definitely not any sort of law enforcement for this area or country for that matter, I miss Canada right now, so much quieter.

He sees the kid from the ATM coming outside towards the car at the pump in front of him. No way that's his car and no way am I going to let that ATM magic trick slide. When the kid reaches for the car door, he quips in, "Fascinating trick with the ATM there, how does a kid your age manage to own, let alone drive a car by themselves and get the cash to run it without any sort of parental unit around and no debit card to speak of?" before a rather shady looking character steps out of the convenience store and a cop car pulls into the station. Welp, there goes what passes for the neighbourhood around here I guess... He will reach for his keys to pop the trunk of his car if things start getting out of hand.

As Jake was about to enter his car he was confronted by a very tall and imposing man with white hair, perfect. By the way he spoke he sounded like some kind of detective or cop, which was definitely not the type of person he wanted to run into right now. This guy could probably detain him quite easily, and getting captured wasn't on his to-do-list.

"You know the legal age to drive in the state of new york is 16 right? And where i get money is none of your business. Please, I've had a rough day, unless your some kind of cop leave me alone." He said before getting in his car and starting it. Hopefully this guy would just leave, why are people so suspicious? He took a second to admire the sleek challenger the man had came there in, he had always wanted a car like that. Just as he was about to drive he saw a man walk out of the station with a bag, and heard police sirens. It seemed he had just been caught in the middle of a robbery, glorious.

Upon realizing this he floored it, attempting to leave as fast as he could. He didn't even care if it made it look like he was guilty of something, all he wanted to do was run. He knew what they did to people like him, they would throw him in a cell the rest of his life and probably do experiments on him.

(OCC: If he is stopped from leaving in some manner, i'm gonna do that surprise i was talking about )

As Mykel was ready to leave a few more people intervened and decided to be hot shots themselves. One was a retard who decided to rob a store and another was stopping the kid from leaving. But since it was being done Mykel had no choice but to exploit the authority he had. Stopping a car was no problem and dealing with a crazy was easy too.

Since the boy wanted to get away so fast he decided to use his air ability to make a thick net that would only slow the car to a stop instead of it destroying the car immediately. He would probably get about 10 feet before he is pulled back to a halt. Well I don't know who you are but I guess you helped some. The kid wont get far I took care of that problem, but crazy over there still needs to be detained. Pointing at Hyperion he hoped the guy would take action and put the cuffs on him or at least strip away his ability to flee. He ran to the kids car which at the point should not be any hurry to get anywhere, but he did not know the extent of the kids ability he believed the kid to have. So for time being he would be cautious in his progress to walk to the car.

The Abyssal Incarnate blinked while staring down the cop car with an almost baleful loathing, reaching into the brown bag and removing a semi-greasy leg. Biting into the chicken, he continued to consider the cops that had blocked his exit. ”I swear, you humans and your justice systems.” He muttered, chewing on the delicious fried meat while considering how he would deal with the opposition, letting a little power pool within is free hand. He was considering ending them, but then again what would he get out of doing so? ”You're probably not going to let me go either.” Almost as if answering his question, they stepped out of their vehicles with guns pointed directly at him. One of them said something about putting the food down and putting his hands in the air, honestly Hyperion had not been listening.

In the end it was an annoying buzzing noise within his ears, and they mind as well have been saying “Please Hyperion, kill me.” ”Alright, no need to beg.” He muttered with a theatric roll of his eyes, letting the gathering energy roll from his hand and forming a single sphere upon the index finger of his right hand. With a casual flick, the red lined black energy orb flew through the air, breaking through bone as well as brain matter, and yet all one would see one of their necks jerk before the blood flowed. '”Shoot away dumbass.” he taunted to the other, who raised their gun and then that loud sound.

Time slowed down with that, the bullet moving towards him so painfully slow. Sure, he couldn't really do much physically, but to know their expression once it hit would be priceless, as the bullet slammed into his chest. Hyperion took a step back, but his face did not change beyond pure self assurance. ”Oooop, wrong move buddy.” Another shot of the strange dark energy collided with the officers knee, reducing it to bloody pulp and them to nothing more than a man in pain.

”Well, thats done.” He noted with an almost cheery tone, before seemingly going about his own business.

Khell could only smile at the mention of being any sort of law keeper before the kid attempted to speed away at the sound of the sirens. Khell was about to grab hold of the vehicle to lift it's back end off the ground before it suddenly came to a halt and the driver of the other vehicle there told him to deal with the guy that was robbing the store of some fried chicken. "Is that a service you could even afford? I don't raise my sword for free at the drop of a hat." Looking at the one who thought he could tell him what to do with a quirked eyebrow behind his glasses before the robber suddenly obliterated the head of one of the officers and the knee of the survivor. Welp... That was fascinating, and now it's down to self-defence at this point. "Oh, for the love of- FINE! Alex, unleash Stormbringer and prepare for a brawl with some sort of entropic energy manipulator." "Sir?" Khell pops the trunk of his car to reveal something out of a sci-fi movie, the interior is well lit and all smooth metalics as a sword and shield are ejected straight up into the air about 15'. There's a pneumatic hiss as a large cube is disgorged from his vehicle and it begins to take on a human-like appearance as Khell just walks right into it, donning his armour instantly as it encloses and locks into place and fluidly catches both the sword and the shield in each hand and turning to the needlessly violent individual. "I think the senseless killing is over with for the night, or is there going to be further disturbances from you?"

And of course he was stopped, why did they want to keep him here? The car had been completely halted by......something. It seemed like everyone at this run down gas station was either a criminal or a cop because now another guy was approaching his car. Though the white haired guy randomly suiting up into hi tech armor didn't really seem like a cop anymore.... The robber was a meta human, that was clear now, this only made him want to get out of dodge even more.

"Come on Jake, think!" He said to himself as the man approached his vehicle. With no other alternative he tried using his powers, the same ones that had gotten him in this situation. He concentrated for a moment and in an instant he was communicating with all the electronics in the area, his goal was a distraction and swift escape. There were several cars in the parking lot, including the emo guys that was walking toward his own cautiously. So he decided to use them. Every car in the lot except for the challenger and his roared to live with no driver, their sound systems blaring an annoying sound at a ludicrous volume. They then started driving at full speed toward the three men, of course he wasn't aiming to kill them, they all seemed to be able to handle themselves. Two cars each came barreling down on them, he hoped it would be enough of a distraction to get away.

"Hmm, i think i like that challenger." Jake said to himself with a huge grin on his face. He focused on his own cars radio, and the next thing he knew he was traveling through the radio waves like nothing more then a song. He reappeared in the challengers front seat, exiting its sound system. He then kicked the monster of a car into high gear, he was starting to get the hang of this. The challenger roared as it stormed out of the stations parking lot, he was confident his distraction would keep whatever stopped him before from doing it again, besides that, the car was probably fast enough to break through what ever was holding back his crappy Honda.

As he was over half way to the kids car something went wrong. His car and the others went of like someone done through a rock at a pit bull and they seemed angry for machines. He turned back around full knowing the kid was now a techno-path who had access or could control machines and other assortments. Using his ability he turned his own radio down and jumped into his own F1 Lm Mclarren that he purchased a while back. Control was back so he did not have to worry about something hitting him like a car, but it would be no problem if this car was cheap and his only ride out of here.

With a screaming start up he flipped to first and was off like a race car should, gaining speed in seconds. He left the other two there not being aware of the police's leg getting obliterated or there being police in the first place. All he knew is that the police were on their way. His thoughts were this kid who was probably frightened by his ability and he just needed to assure him that it was people's dumb logic to throw out what they cant get by themselves. Reasons like these is what should drive people not to think of meta humans as a disgrace or a disease and push them away.

Hyperion considered the black knight, absently playing with the locket that hung around his throat with a free hand, strange colored eyes calculating the male before him. From what he could tell, the guy did not quite like his method of killing, or the tons of blood that had been spilt because of it. Not that Hyperion really cared about what this guy liked, as he was simply defending himself when it came down to it. They were really asking for it when they shot, and so he gave what they had wanted; death. ”Killing in the end is always senseless.” Hyperion noted with a small shrug, almost dismissive in how he spoke, as if any attempts to justify would be pointless. With a deep inhale, what seemed like a strange black mist would rise from the downed officer, flowing into Hyperion as luminous purple runic markings would flow across his skin.

”Unless you plan to stop me or something inane like that.”

What the hell??? Khellendros could only watch as all the cars in the area roared to life and advanced on those at the gas station. That's obnoxious, the kids a friggin technomancer! Hey, that's my friggin car you little shit!!!! Slamming Aegis into the ground to intercept one of the oncoming vehicles, he reaches around, sheathing Wrath and grabbing the other car in one fluid motion by the front bumper before spinning and tossing the empty vehicle out of the lot onto it's roof. "Killing may always be senseless, but if they were incapable of harming you in the first place you could always be the better man and just walk away instead. If you'll help me out here to keep this one alive, I'd appreciate it immensely, or be on your way, you shall not be pursued further." Turning to the wounded officer, he notices the sheer damage inflicted. He's never walking again without a substitute... "Alex, hack the radio frequencies in the area and tap me into my car." "Yes sir." "Hey kid, you do realize that's my car you just stole right? I'm going to be wanting that back at some point, interesting ability by the way. Why run?"

The challenger was almost to fast for him, but he was able to keep decent control of it. He was moving at speeds he had never driven at before, though his sensing ability helped as he was using the radio waves like a radar so he could sense everything. It seemed the guys sports car was somehow unaffected by his power, he had control of the computer yet something seemed to be pushing on every mechanism in the vehicle not allowing him to do anything. He gave up once he realized this, attempting to outrun the super car the old fashioned way.

He was reaching upwards of 150 mph at this point, but the emo guy was hot on his trail. Who was this dude? Why was he even chasing him? Regardless, he had to get away because whatever he wanted couldn't be good for him. Suddenly Jake felt an electronic presence enter his area of control, he knew exactly what it was trying to do because he had done the same hack hundreds of times. It was a radio hack, the armored guy most likely wanted to talk to him. As it was just for communication he decided to not try to shield the radio from it, might as well say sorry to the guy. Khellendros voice rang through the radio, asking multiple questions and as expected complaining about getting his car stolen. Jake tapped into the radio to respond, sending his message back to Khell.

"Yeah......sorry about that. You will get it back eventually, i promise. But right now i can't trust anyone. That 'interesting ability' ruined my life. And there were multple reasons for running, for one, the meta human killing cops with purple energy. And you getting into a suit of freaking armor, things were getting rough, so i had to get out. What do you and your buddy want? Are you cops or something?" Jake said as he drove down the high way at wicked fast speeds. He didn't know who this guy was, and frankly he didn't care. All of this happening in one day was just too much to deal with.

As Mykel was catching he was soon out driven by that car. He was trying to mind the curves in the road but if this is the case he would had to turn everything on. Thankfully this car is some hybrid super car they put out on assembly lines that are powered by the stupid confusing computer. After opening the screen he started clicking the screen and pushing the dials for a better performance. At these times in the manual you were suppose to let the car idle so putting it in neutral and letting it role was okay with him.

After punching everything in he slammed 2nd and was off. 150 mph was an easy task for this car. This thing had an engine that could take it to 200 mph in 60 seconds or the YouTube videos lied to him. Cutting the curves a break neck speed he was catching up to the muscle car and it seems it was at an idle pace. Although since this car squealed like a bitch and his car grunted like a dog he was not going to be able to hear him talking to someone.

He hit the max of this car and speed past the kid gaining a couple hundred feet before stopping the car in the middle of the road. "God I hope he stop" he said to himself as his hands lit up and he shot his fire ability into the air making a giant word saying "STOP PLEASE". He didn't want to hurt him just talk since he knew the kid didn't understand his power too well. Plus he was not going to let the kid be a influence to a corrupted person say the purple guy who blew away the cop at the gas station.

He finally got the bleeding to stop as the strange man walked away from the scene. Asshole... He was accused of being part of law enforcement. "I assure you I have no affiliation with the man chasing you nor any with local law enforcement." Getting up from beside the officer, he started heading in the direction of where the boy's signal was, cross-country, in an effort to intercept. "I am a traveling mercenary who is between jobs at present, my name is Khellendros and I would very much like to know the name of the gifted individual behind the wheel of my car. I have no intention to harm or apprehend you and if you would like I can slow down or stop the man pursuing you in that sad excuse for an overcompensation complex." Switching the link off quickly, "I believe I may need a boost in speed to catch them... Overdrive Zephyr" "By your command sir." The command was followed by a loud crack as the suit streamlined and boosted his speed as he ran into the countryside. He decided that it might be more persuasive to keep talking to the kid on the off-chance of changing his mind about running away."Anyplace you're heading in particular or just as far as you can get?"