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This world was changing, there was no doubt about that. Over the last two weeks alone, media reports, news stations, social media, and even eyewitness accounts have let the world know about a new breed of ‘mutated humans’ in the world. From people who were found to be levitating while snoozing on a park bench, to literal explosions in parks caused by ‘a person screaming and wreathing in pain” per witness accounts. This is not the same Earth that you remember. Grey Northstorm had been on the run for the last two weeks, he was dirty, hungry, hurting, and just down right exhausted. As he found himself on the number 37 bus in the city of New York, he would finally feel like he could get lost in the crowds here, better than he could in the small town, hometown of Hawks Nest, West Virginia. He looked up at the signs that flashed among the many billboards that glow over and slightly illuminated the crowds in the overcast day. He thought to himself, here… here he could sink in the crowd and disappear, even if it was with the more unfortunate crowd. As he sat in the bus seat, he finally got to sit back and relax. Not feeling like every eye in the world was on him. He would peer to his left and right, finding everyone either involved in their phone, book, or looking out the window. He would sit back and reflex over the last couple of days of his life. It read like a story book of “What Fucked Up Shit Could Happen to Grey?” He remembered sitting in the comfort of his little 60 foot trailer that he had purchased after being kicked out of the drug rehabilitation center in the town of Fayetteville, West Virginia. He worked hard to get back on his feet, but he fell back into the pill game. He had been in it so long, he didn’t remember why he even started taking them, but he would be on a pain pill binge when he heard about the first ‘mutant’ exploding in the middle of a park in Midwestern Iowa.

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Reports indicated that the man would glow almost a flaming orange before just exploding. It wasn’t very long after that, bank robberies would occur around the country by super powered individuals who would use their ability for evil and their own gain. However, none of that would matter to him, it was just new news in this crazy world. Between a global pandemic, soaring and then immediately declining economies, and changing philosophies in America. He wanted no more with this life that he was in, nor did he feel the need to stick around. No one even cared to check on him, the only person who even knew that he was alive or dead was the girl who worked at a gas station near his house, but she didn’t even care to ask more than, “Anything else for you?” He was addicted to pills, unable to find a job that didn’t involve him going miles underground to mine coal or flip burgers at a fast food chain. He would drive all the way to The New River Gorge Bridge. Leaving his shit box of car on a park and walking path parking lot near the entrance of the bridge. As he would slowly make his way onto the calm road. A beautiful moon shining bright overhead, he would take in the beautiful nature of the area before finally pushing forward. As he stepped to the edge of the bridge, he would look down at the water below. It was not the depth that was the issue, it was finding the right angle so that he would not splatter off the trees or rocks underneath. Not like it mattered, death was death. But, in his mind, floating on the river down to the ocean would be magic, even thought there was not realistic way that was going to happen. He would probably be found on the side of a creek bed by a young kid or something. It didn’t matter to him. He would slowly make that final step, stepping off the bridge.

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As the wind soared through his hair, he felt an overarching calming going through his body, the hair on his arms, head, and legs all flew in an upwards motion. The 800+ feet distance to the river below felt almost to take hours. The calmness was the best feeling he had ever felt. He didn’t have to worry about anything else. It was truly a great nothingness he could go into. As the water rushed into his face, he remembered the briefest sound of smacking the water before everything went dark. To a normal person, that was it, lights out and the show is over, but, when he woke up on the side of a shallow creek bed, his clothing wet, heavy, and torn from the water, he knew that was not the case. The initial confusion when he woke up, almost made him feel like he was lost on another pill bender. He hadn’t been on a bender in so long, but the feeling of lost and weary was a familiar one to him. It wasn’t until he climbed from the creek onto the bank of sand, mud, and dirt that he quickly remembered. This wasn’t a dream, this wasn’t a bender, he had just tried to kill himself and survived a fall from the New River Gorge Bridge. His mind would race for several hours. What was going on? What happened? Why was he not died? He didn’t want to even think about the possibilities. Surely, all that happened was that he hit the water, went unconscious and then just washed up on shore next to the Gorge, right? He sat on the bank for a little while just contemplating what happened. Taking in stock of what he had just done and the consequences, or lack thereof, that would follow his trip off the Gorge. He remembered everything up to that point of impact, but he couldn’t think of any reason for why he was here. He would sit on the shore for a few hours before making the long hike to find a road. He would continue to move through the brush of the backwoods, looking for someone, anyone to help out until he happened upon a house in the hollers of West Virginia.

10:18

It would take a couple of hours, the moon light becoming more predominant than the sun, but he would find himself on the door step of a small cabin in the woods of the backwoods of West Virginia. He had no idea where he was, but by the looks of mountains on either side of the house, he was in one of the many infamous hollers of the beautiful state. As he would walk up to the house, built from the ground up by the looks of it, he would be greeted by the smell of ether or ammonia… He knew what that meant, but, surely they would just let him use a telephone or cell phone. Walking up the creaking porch steps, the steps of movement inside of the house, near the door was apparent, they knew he was here. Knocking on the door, he was greeted very quickly by a shotgun pointed directly at his face. The older man and woman in the home did not take kindly to new visitors, but it was definitely not a welcome sight at night time in these woods. The moment was quick and quiet, he remembered his head would swell with pressure. The stress and anxiety of the moment hitting him harder than he ever had. As well as the rage he felt of just wanting help, that is all he needed was help. He looked down the barrel of the obviously loaded 12 gauge shotgun and he couldn’t help but let the fire rage inside of him. “I JUST NEED HELP!” The words he would remember screaming at the top of his lungs as he looked down the barrel before he would finally feel that burning, haunting feeling as a rush of red color escaped from his eyes. The red ‘laser,’ the only way he could describe it, would shoot directly from his eyes into the barrel of the gun. The heat from those lasers would melt the barrel of the gun before he even had a chance to shoot the gun. The older couple, sores on their faces and scars on their arms, would both look at the melting metal going through the floor of the old wooden house and to the dirt below, then back up at Grey.

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The older couple would cower in the house, begging for help and forgiveness, “Don’t hurt us,” the older lady would say, “We were just protecting our property!” “Shut up, Jolene!” Shouted the older man, “Get out of here before I call the cops, you freak, I have seen stories about your kind! Just get out of here and leave us alone!” “I…” Grey would try to stammer, the confusion and mystery of what just happened to him pushing over his mind, “I… just needed help…” His mind would immediately switch to being panicked and unbelieving of what he had just done. He looked over the doorway, heeding the old man’s request and immediately bolted off into the woods, as he saw the older woman dialing a cell phone. He could only imagine who she was dialing… It was the police or something even worse. He would just run, run for hours. He would finally find rest in the woods near the an old gas station in the middle of nowhere. The signs for beer, cigarettes, and energy drinks very well apparent behind the old pumps. He would find a picnic table that would sit near the table, finding himself resting for a few moments.

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It was a buzzing day at the Shield HQ, nothing usual at all. It has been some time since HQ was buzzing like it was today. There were calls all around the help desk from various places, people reporting mutants and the chaos they created around the city ot town. Elsa Fraust was the lead investigator and agent from Shield who was handed with the task of any problems with respect to mutants and honestly this was the highest action she had seen till date since she was assigned the task force. The mission of this task force was to keep mutants/ people with special abilities in check in accordance to sokovia accords which apparently few members of Avengers signed a decade ago or so. It was more than a usual day for Elsa today in the office, she was working with the team of responders on the help desk to figure out a mutant sighting near West Virginia. The call was placed by an old lady who sounded terrified and said something about a Man shooting lasers around. "Can you send me the location of this place?" Elsa said tapping on the shoulder of the responder who was attending the call. "Right away" He said as he clicked a few times around his computer. "It should be on your wearable now. All you need to do is follow that red dot and you'll be there" He said looking at Elsa as she was going through the surroundings of the location to get a sense of where exactly can the mutant go from the place. She was preempting that je wouldn't have stopped there and waited for the old lady to call police.

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Elsa immediately went to her chamber to grab her field gear. Her normal goto gear was two battons and a rope which she never used apparently. Elsa was a trained in Serbia by elite special forces of Russia, but she ended up in United States working for shield long time ago which is a separate story all together. Elsa quickly geared up with her black suit closing the zipper on the back and picking up her handgun on her way. "I need a jet ready for action when I arrive on the tarmac" She said in the comms with her one hand on her left ear. "Affirmative" Said the person on the other side. She quickly went on towards the Exit number one which had a steel staircase leading to the top of the bunker. In no time she climbed up the ladder and opened up the hatch allowing sunlight to fall on her face directly, making her skin glow. She then made her way to hanger number 1 where her jet was supposed to be ready till she arrives. "Is the bird ready?" She shouted as loud as she could amidst the loud rumbling of the jets flying and landing around. "Yes Ma'am. Ready to rock n roll" the technician said as he stepped aside to let her climb the small ladder which lead to the cockpit. She jumped right into the small space built for a pilot and closed the glass hatch on top of her. "Okay, let's see what we got" She said with a lot of excitement in her voice. It has been the first time she is going on field after she was assigned this task force. Elsa put on her mask which was supposed to help her breath properly at the height she was going to fly. Then she glanced over the panel which was connected to her watch showing the coordinates to her location. She flipped a switch saying Engine on on the screen and gave a small forward thrust to the plane to lead it to the runway from the hanger.

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"Okay, this is Agent Elsa Faust heading for West Virginia. Clear to take off?" She said holding a red button on the dashboard in front of her which lead to a static rumbling. "Elsa Faust, ATC here. You are cleared to take off" Said the other voice with a little static rumbling from the other side as well. "Taking off then" She said as she reached to one end of the runway while she was asking for the clearance to take off. Adrenaline rush was evident in her body as she looked at the long stretch of runway in front of her. She started sweating in that small confined space but she knew this was her time to be the hero for the Agency she worked for. She gently pushed her right hand forward to move the thrust throttle to max position. The plane started to move forward steadily catching up the speed required to take off. Elsa's eyes were glued to the speedometer in front of her waiting for the needle to just hit the right speed. In few seconds, Elsa pulled the control stick towards her lifting the nose of the jet as it lifts up in the air and zooms past the runway strip climbing up.

The trip from the HQ to the reported sighting place was not far, well not far for atleast the new generation jets created by the STARK industries for sure. In about 30 mins, she reached above the house from where the call was placed. There was an open field nearby the house where Elsa could possibly land the jet. She lowered down the flaps and the speed to gently land on the green field but unfortunately the landing was a bit more harder than it should be and the jet landed with a thud on the ground. "Oh shit, I think I damaged it" Elsa said to herself with a bit of frustration in her voice as she saw a red indication of warning sign saying left engine damaged. "Great" She said as she removed her mask and the helmet tossing it aside and unlocking the hatch above her. As she stood up on her seat, she took a good look around the small village she was in. It seemed like a very small remote village where someone would only come to if they want to run away from something it seemed. People started gathering around the jet as Elsa jumped off from the hatch to the ground. "Umm, Hello there" She waved at a old lady standing nearby the house she was supposed to go.

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"Did you call the police about a Men firing laser?" she asked her placing her left hand on her shoulder to give her a sense of affection so that she gives her the information she needs willingly. Yes, everything she does is part of her training. "Yes...yes, it was me. He came in from nowhere and just destroyed our house" Said the old lady pointing towards her house. "He, he also kept saying I just needed help. I just needed help again and again" She said looking at Elsa who was clearly confused. "Um okay. Thanks for the information. Can you tell me more about how he looked so that we can find him before he hurts anyone?" Elsa said as she walked with the old lady towards her house holding her from the sides to give her the support she needs. "Yes, I remember his face. He destroyed my house. I won't forgive him" Old lady said frowning at him. "He was well built and tall. Had some curly black hair and weird looking beard. He was wearing a black shirt. After destroying our house he went towards the woods. This is all I know" She said as she went inside her house. "That would be really helpful. I'd suggest you to rest and stay in your house and keep watching the news and not to worry. We will catch him" She said as she turned towards the direction of the woods to follow the trail. Given the description from the old lady, he sounds bulky. He shouldn't have gone too far She thought to herself trying to figure out a perimeter for her search. "Let's do this then" She whispered and started making her way towards the woods leaving the jet behind which was probably of no use for now untill someone fixed it.

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https://discord.com/channels/843262375083769898/1003392445540749323/1006830499232227358 It was a buzzing day at the DMC HQ, nothing usual at all. It has been some time since HQ was buzzing like it was today. There were calls all around the help desk from various places, people reporting mutants and the chaos they created around the city or town. Elsa Fraust was the lead investigator and agent from Shield who was handed with the task of any problems with respect to mutants and honestly this was the highest action she had seen till date since she was assigned the task force. The mission of this task force was to keep mutants/ people with special abilities in check in accordance to a mutant control bill that was passed in the senate with the help of DMC. It was more than a usual day for Elsa today in the office, she was working with the team of responders on the help desk to figure out a mutant sighting near West Virginia. The call was placed by an old lady who sounded terrified and said something about a Man shooting lasers around. "Can you send me the location of this place?" Elsa said tapping on the shoulder of the responder who was attending the call. "Right away" He said as he clicked a few times around his computer. "It should be on your wearable now. All you need to do is follow that red dot and you'll be there" He said looking at Elsa as she was going through the surroundings of the location to get a sense of where exactly can the mutant go from the place. She was preempting that je wouldn't have stopped there and waited for the old lady to call police. (edited)

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As Grey would stumble to the picnic tables near the old gas station, he would look around the area. It was just a small slice of the side of the main road. He couldn't help but feel hopeless at this point, he had ran now for a so long that his feet were tired, his body aching, but recovering quickly as it could, but he knew that he would need a proper rest as soon as possible, but that didn't seem to be coming anytime soon. Looking around him, the air was covered in a thick morning fog. He would sigh and find his way towards the store, tattered clothes and all. "Good morn...ing?" the attendant would say, stopping mid sentence when she saw his appearance, "Can I help you?" "Umm, just looking right now, do you happen to have a newspaper?" Grey would say, almost shivering from the cold air in the store compared to outside. "Yes, just had them delivered this morning," she would say. He would smile, walking forward and grabbing a paper stepping down to a small sitting area that was in the back of the store, he would begin reading through the articles about some law that the group of Republican senators wanted to pass to ban mutants int he country, but he couldn't find any sense reading past the first couple of sentences as he would begin looking for anything about himself or the any other issues in the country involving mutants... At that point, the door to the gas station would open with a bell. He would peek over the newspaper to see if he saw anyone.

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In no time Elsa vanished off into the mist covered forest. It was early morning and it was chilly out there. Fortunately for Elsa her suit was good enough for the weather around here. She quickly got hold of her service weapon and started walking through the forest being on alerted senses while she did so. She couldn't afford to let her gaurd down for a moment because this was uncharted territory for her. While she made her way through the forest, she quickly peaked through the gps on her watch. "What do we have here?" She murmured looking at the screen taping it to see what is at the end of the forest. "Ah, voila. A service road" She said as she increased her pace to cover most of the forest area that was left between her and the road. It didn't take much time for her to clear the tricky forest, after all these were the times for which she was specifically trained and she was good at it. As soon as she made her way out of the forest she spotted a gas station nearby and a tiny store around. The place was all secluded and probably no one really would be using this road to pass by according to her initial reading of the surroundings. She made her way over to the gas station carefully examining the surroundings to preempt any threat. She finally made her way over to the store. Upon entering she spotted one person over the counter and another person sitting far at the back with a newspaper. She wasn't able to see his face particularly because their back was facing her. She leaned down on the counter to ask few questions to the attendant. "Is it usually this quite around here? No buzz huh?" She said as she just pretended to go through the packets of chewing gum lying around. "Yes, this road isn't used a lot around here. In fact you and that person sitting there are the only customers this week" She said as she looked at Elsa and probably understood she wasn't a mere civilian. @Deleted User

He saw her in a mirror that hung from the top of the sit down area of the gas station. He listened to the conversation as the heavy equipped person walked through the door. She looked like your every day person, but she wore a black outfit with pockets and weapons throughout her attire. Of course, he would bet the only person to visit this pisshole place in a week. He would sigh as he would continue to act like he was reading through the newspaper and making sure that he stay hidden for the moment, but it was obvious he didn't belong...

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Elsa gestured to the attendant with a finger on her lips to be silent and walked towards the mystery man sitting right at the end of the store. She slowly and casually walked upto him and tapped on his shoulder. "Excuse me, can you turn around sir?" Elsa said with one of her hand casually hanging around the Gun holder for any unpleasant situation should it arise. "Please, turn around slowly sir. No sudden movement or smartness" Elsa again instructs this mysterious man with a stern voice this time to make sure he understands the seriousness of the situation. @Deleted User

There was no casualness in this approach, no soft approach, and why would there be? Was he a wanted felon now? He didn't want to be... But, that seems the life that he is in now. The tap on his shoulder felt... intrusive... he slowly would place the newspaper down, folding it back and placing it on the table in front of him, "Ma'am..." he said with a smile, not even looking in her direction, but keeping an eye on her movements in the mirror above them, "Why don't you have a seat here and talk to me? We both know why you are here, let's just talk..." His eyes would begin to glow, maybe a body instinct in the moment, but he would close his eyes, taking a breath and making sure to calm them.

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Elsa felt the heat of the moment but Grey had a fair ask. A chance to explain himself. Quickly thinking on her feet she said "Sure, but keep your hands where I can see them to make sure you don't have any weapons. I'm just doing my job here". Elsa moved quickly to the other side of the table and grabbed a chair to sit. She had quick scan of Grey, he looked miserable and tired. "This is your chance for an explanation of everything that has happened so far. If you help me, I can help you with the best of my abilities" Elsa said as she put down the gun on the table pointing towards Grey as a gesture of peace probably. Elsa leaned on her left to have a clear view at the attendant and gestured her to leave them both alone for a while, which she agreed to without any questions and walked out of the store. "Clock's ticking, you don't have much time. Tell me why shouldn't I arrest you right now for damaging civilian properties and intimidating innocent civilians" She said with a stern voice with both her arms folded closer to her chest. @Deleted User

Grey listened for a moment and watched her, but as she said he needed to keep his hands where she could see them, he smirked, "Ma'am, I don't think it is weapons of that variety that you have to worry about..." She would continue, asking him to explain himself and motioning to, either an attendant or someone outside, either way, he trusted her for the moment and did not push the situation, "We have all the time in the world, Ms...?" He would wait and see if she said anything, if not, he would continue, "I am have damaged civilian property unintentionally, maybe I didn't, but I definitely did not intimidate innocents. I am not the kind, if anything, I would have been provoked..." Years of talking his way out of pullovers, arrests for his drug habits, everything of the sort had trained him for this, but he had a feeling that she was not the sort that dealing with 'police work,' as he would ask, "May I ask, what agency you work with?"

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