Mutant NES: The Rising

I understand what you are saying das, for sure if the update posts had not been reserved so early I would have kept chugging along in Florida with little concern for when it got done.

But I still think it would be easier to continue an existing NES than to revive a dead one, I don't want to see the interest evaporate if it would be possible to perpetuate this NES. It is probably true that I hassled Karalysia too much about posting the update, putting passive aggressive wordplay on the matter in unrelated messages and posts, and since that is the case I cannot blame him for growing tired of these complaints and ignoring me. That was my mistake.

It prevents me now from getting a straight answer regarding the update, which is a consequence I rue, but also it was just damn rude. On the other hand if it was my lack of civility that was responsible.... I don't want to see the game die, least of all at my own hands, so I wanted to make sure I did everything possible to perpetuate it before it expired.

Perhaps guns have been jumped, I am sure that you know better than I do the habits and timelines here, I've been absent for years, but IMHO the situation does warrant consideration.
 
Secession will be crushed. Also Skilord you are an emo. Death to the traitors.

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Although I do not object to any namecalling I do wish to clarify that the various social and personal implications of "emo"ness do not properly describe me.

Disco lives, I'm feeling some Saturday night Fever.
 
i think we need to figure out how many people are still in this nes (i'm in if it's still going down) and then find fun ways to kill off all the other quitters. :D
 
The truck stop restroom smelled like rancid human waste. There was no avoiding that, nor was there much hope in avoiding the restroom. They had been hiding out at this rest stop for what seems like an eternity to countryside revolutionaries, but which was only a few weeks from outside of the snow globe of their shared experiences.

The cops would come through with pictures of Alice while she hid in there, trying to repress vomiting. This sort of experience was making her increasingly ideological, freedom, justice, GET ME THE HELL OUT OF THIS BATHROOM, it all wove together into a single thought.

No small amount of contempt was growing in her heart for the reactionary traitors who had not only put her in this damn filthy hole but then insisted that she sit on her hands here for two goddamn weeks.

Raul slumped in a oversized trucker hat outside. The cops would come up to him, ask him about the girl.

“No se?” he asked them, “Yo no habla,” when they were insistent. They didn’t work for INS; they didn’t have time for this crap.

The truckers were friendly, or at least you could tell the ones who would be. Meth heads on a half month old binge don’t have any problem with other people who find “rules” to be inconvenient, just steer clear of the truckers who smell like they shower in those rotten bathrooms. One of those men had hid Ricky in his trailer when the cops showed up, August slid seamlessly into any crowd.

But they had all been waiting here too long, their patience was worn thin. It hadn’t stopped Agatha from attacking them, it hadn’t brought closure to their struggles, it was simply dead air, wasted space, in a crusade that didn’t have much left at all at this point unless they could find a way to reinvigorate it.

But Raul isn’t the sort to let any time waste, or to quit, it’s not like he hasn’t been scheming.

“You fellers ought’n be getting a move on soon, they keep comin up like this and I dunno how long you’ll be able to hold out here,” one of the truckers says to him as the police move on to the next area of suspicious activity.

He knows what the guy means, he knocks on the bathroom door, “Alice,” he says, “It’s clear.”

She comes out in a huff, clearly angry, “How much longer do I have to put up with this?”

“Don’t worry,” Raul tells her, “Go round up the rest. We’re out.

“I’m tired of waiting.”
 
The colors were flashing from blue to white, he saw it from a long distance off, the car slowed they drew close. The flames had almost gone out; Set looked at the husk of the burnt truck, the flames must have risen hundreds of feet in the air when it had exploded. There were police officers everywhere as the line of cars on the interstate slowly filed past the bottleneck. Aubrey reached out and put one finger on the radio, the speakers in the car hummed to life and the voices of police officers discussing the terrorist attack over the airwaves. The Police were on the lookout for an escaped convict, they weren’t going to release the information that he was a mutant.

“The guy escaped from some high security place in Florida, apparently they had a mass breakout,” said the voice of the police officer on the radio. Another officer had herd “when the National Guard who had been guarding the building recovered they were all outside and the underground facility looked like a bomb had hit it,” they thought the truck looked like a bomb had hit it. The lights from the police cars fell behind them and Aubrey released the radio from her hold, music began to stream from the speakers.

“I didn’t cause this did I?” Aubrey asked looking worried.

“I don’t know, but even if he was released because of the information you released this isn’t your fault it was someone who was very angry and confused who blew up that truck.” Set told her consolingly

Lightning lit up the clouds in the distance.

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Lightning lit up the trees in the distance booming laughter rolled like thunder towards him from the source of the light show. Set ran through the trees and climbed he emerged into a clearing on top of the hill, before him lighting was streaming through a glowing weapon. It was a giant holding the weapon in his anvil of a fist, he stood over ten feet tall and was laughing like a madman, as he was struck over and over again by the bolts.

He sheathed the huge weapon in the scabbard on his back and the constant lightning strikes ceased, but not the wild laughter. The air around him crackled with energy as Set approached, the Giant turned and started in surprise at the intrusion. Set was astonished at the speed with which the Giant moved for a creature of his size, the huge fist struck Set squarely in the jaw he flew a hundred yards and landed on his feet. A half a second after Set’s feet touched the ground he grabbed the Giant from behind and wrapped an arm around his tree trunk of a neck.

Stars flashed before Set’s eyes as his head slammed into a tree, not stars, energy it crackled across the Giant’s skin, it had thrown Set off. This time it was the Giant who slammed into the ground after Set had sprinted at him faster than the man could see and had laid his palm into the monstrous chest. The Giant jumped up and ran back into the clearing roaring like a lion his fists arcing pure power up and down his arms. The Giant ripped a tree out of the ground bellowing and launching it at Set, the tree narrowly missed as Set side stepped. He wasn’t so lucky the second time, the gnarled wood caught Set in the chest and sent him flying; he regained his feet as the Giant crashed through the trees after him. As still as a statue he stood as the Giant lunged with a ferocious punch, he lost his balance as his fist swung through thin air, the illusion vanished and Set struck his foe with a furious uppercut that launched him into the air. Lightning rained from the sky as the Giant tumbled, righted himself, and landed one knee slamming into the ground and hopped up.

The air around the Giant was heavy, full of energy, he turned his huge head looking for his foe and Set sprang forward kicking with all his might. The foot struck him square in the chest and he slammed backwards into a rock formation knocking the breath from him. Again he shook himself and looked for his opponent “Is that all you’ve got? SHOW YOURSELF” he howled, the air before him shimmered and Set appeared. Before he could speak the Giant attacked again kicking a boulder at his feet towards Set’s head, he dodged again jumping and grabbing hold of a ledge above the man’s head. The towering man bent his knees and jumped with all his strength, landing hundreds of feet above on a flat section of the cliff. He looked out over the ledge and down towards where his foe would surely still be struggling up the rocky wall, Set’s hands closed about the monstrous creatures leg, he whirled and launched him tumbling head over heels towards the summit of the mountain. He leapt after him and just as the man clambered to his feet Set struck again putting all of his weight behind his blow.

The Giant hit the valley floor hard enough to leave an impact crater, this time it was Set who stood turning his head in search of the enemy. From behind the strike came, no sound gave warning, but Set’s hand came up and caught the Giants fist; there was no give it was as if he had met an immovable object. Again and again he lashed out, blows which would have made mountains tremble and crumble they seemed to have no effect on Set. He changed tactics and jumped hammer fist slamming the ground, it had taken concentration to hold back the Giants blows with the illusion and Set lost his concentration and his balance and a compression wave passed under his feet temporarily liquefying the ground as it passed. Set regained his bearings and darted off up a low hill from where he could survey surrounding land, he jumped hard landing on the next hilltop as the Giant charged up after him. Another quick flurry of fists and they again broke apart; they came back together and a shower of sparks flew from the place where their fists met, lighting up the dark trees.

Darkness rose impenetrable before his eyes surrounding him, Set sprung into his vision grown to a terror a hundred feet tall. This was indeed a man who knew no fear, he roared again and leapt to the attack, energy flowing from him needled across the illusion slowly forcing it back. Never before had he met such might he was impressed, an equal stood before him like Set, a god.

It’s always darkest before dawn.

They fought at roots of a great mountain, Set lashed out at the Giant with power and the man struck back with a mighty onslaught of energy but at long last he fell to one knee. Set stood over him, and was utterly astonished when the man began once again to laugh a sound that echoed off the slopes of the mountain behind them. The Giant rose to his feet still laughing and surprised Set once again when he stuck out his hand in a friendly gesture.

“Hi, I’m Zeus.” he said grinning “Nice ta meet ya!”

Almost immediately Set liked Zeus, he was for all of his size and powers a rather simple creature. He was no fool; he just had simple tastes he loved eating, fighting, and sex not necessarily in that order. Almost immediately Zeus liked Set he was an unbelievably strong creature, never before had anyone challenged his strength. Over and over Zeus repeated “D@mn that was a good fight.” Zeus gestured to the summit of the mountain and said “Let’s go.”

They climbed the mountain in a few moments and stood before the magnificent gates, Zeus’s hand crackled with energy as he touched the gilded bars Set herd the latch inside click and the gate swung open. Zeus invited him in and showed him around his spectacular mountain top home, what he called the ‘Olympus Complex’. It was a palace of incredible beauty, marble columns supported the stone roof and the veined marble floors were polished to a high sheen that reflected the lights of the torches in sconces on each pillar. It was a square with a courtyard, the front section open to the air but the sides and rear parts of the square had walls enclosing the living quarters and other parts of the house. It was to the courtyard that Zeus led him to a long table made of one enormous piece of smooth sparkling obsidian as black as night. Zeus offered him a seat and took his own char, a special construction made to support his monstrous size and weight, beautifully carved of black ebony and inlaid with gold and silver of such expert craftsmanship that Set felt sure that it had been made by a god. The table was already covered with food; magnificent platters piled high with every sort of food, prepared against the lords return. It quickly became apparent that Zeus’s appetites were as huge as his body, he ripped the leg from a roast goat took a bite nearly devouring the whole thing.

“Bring drink for me and my guest!” he called in his booming voice, to servants in the kitchen wing of the house. A beautiful young girl came forward bearing a clay pitcher and filled the huge tankards on the table. Set began to tell Zeus of his past as he brought the drink to his mouth and took a sip, instantly he felt as if all his hair were standing on end and a chill ran down his spine, his limbs filled with energy and his eyes grew wide. Never had he tasted any drink like this, the blood that sustained him was an indescribable pleasure to him, but his lust could never be sated when he drank more than enough to sustain him he could lose control and kill rampantly. This drink however filled him with energy and sated his thirst he looked at Zeus in wonder and held the drink aloft draining the cup in an instant.

“What is this marvelous drink my friend?” Set asked his host, refilling his cup from the pitcher left by the stunningly beautiful serving girl.

“This” Zeus said holding his own over-sized cup aloft in a toast and draining it. “Is Ambrosia the sweet nectar of the Gods!” Zeus explained that the drink was created by a girl named Hebe it was the fruit of her body and it made her, along with anyone who drank it, forever young. Set only knew that the ambrosia filled him with strength and he knew that the words of Cassandra would not prove false; he would stay here and bring change.

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The lightning continued and the rain beat down as the windshield wipers flashed back and forth so Aubrey could see to drive. She wondered what Set was thinking about, staring out the window into the storm as if each flash reminded him of something. There was a flash inside the car as she flicked her lighter and brought it to the end of a cigarette hanging between her lips, she cracked her window but could still feel a small spray of water droplets flying into the speeding car. The cool water was nice as she felt its play across her face, she exhaled smoke and it flew out the window sucked out by the wind. There was a small ‘ding’ noise and a light came on illuminating the display in front of her, the car needed gas.

“I’m gonna stop at the next exit and get some gas.” Aubrey said, it seemed to bring Set out of his reverie and he turned to look at her, his mind returning from whatever distant memory he had been thinking of.

“Ok” he said and turned again to look out of the window studying the ever closer bolts of lightning and booming thunder.
 
Here is a story, but if this nes dies it will be my last. I know it is not quite dead, but it may have a sudden relapse and feel the icey hand of death upon it's shoulder.




They took the car most of the way before it was swamped by the snow and bad quality roads. After waiting in Eastern Minnesota, the mutant they met on the road returned with a technopath who fixed the engine and they trundled along with the technopath who would fix the engine whenever it broke. It was a grueling process and once they were within one mile of the settlement, they ditched the car and watched with a sense of victory as it was thoroughly destroyed by one of the mutant guards.

The camp itself was a utopia. The mutants there all worked together to help each other and there was a child’s center where they trained kids to be peaceful and develop their powers for the good of the community.

After Barnabas dropped the mutant kid off at the child’s center, he went to meet the leader of the community.
He was a middle aged middle build man who looked like he might have grown up in these parts of rural Wisconsin. Next to him was a bear of a man and Barnabas could just sense another presence in the room. After giving a good speech with a slight bit of influence added, the man led Barnabas to the social room where mutants were lounging and eating. They discussed his abilities which he said were emotional manipulation. After that Barnabas was left to discuss life in the commune with other members of the clan.
While talking he met a beautiful woman who claimed to have a power similar to his. They seemed to have a connection and after an event filled day of visiting the mutant camp, they lay together for the night.

The next morning Barnabas got his job, which seemed quite easy and although e felt the pangs of depression he worked because he might have found the one place on earth where he truly belonged.
 
haha i wanna join a mutant paradise community, buut being somewhat of a psychotic mass murderer... idk how well he'd fit in :p
 
((OOC:Boogie Nights))

On Interstate 10, in the minivan, the Liberation Front marches on, not a single quitter among them.

“It just all happened so fast,” is what Lucy says.

“What?” asks August.

“In less than two months,” Raul cuts in from the passenger’s seat, “every precedent of the western legal system has been overruled. The bill of rights went out the window. We went from peaceful happy lives to,” he gestures around the van, “Stolen minivans.”

“The triumvirate went into place just as fast,” says The Sandman, he is a professor of ancient civilizations and although his specialty is Egyptology he is not unfamiliar with blatant power grabs, “The same sort of high powered reactionary thing; it happens like the Reichstag burning, overnight.”

“The Romans didn’t have the internet or broadcast television,” points out Lucy.

“And we do?” asks Raul, with a laugh. There aren’t even cars on this interstate anymore, only the occasional trailer hauling military supplies or foodstuffs, everything is locked down completely.

Enormous, metallic Ricky laughs, “The Romans were still more than a few steps behind us, they didn’t have any guns.”

“Fair enough.”

There are tanks on the interstate, they discover, turning a corner. Army tanks, deployed around here to look for dirty no good mutants.

Raul curses, after a minute so does August.

There are three tanks, probably two dozen troops between them. Raul smiles, patrols, it’s not funny, but he laughs at how quickly it all turns around, tanks on the interstate.

Poor schmucks.

The lead tank turns into motor oil, a lot of motor oil, like, the amount of motor oil that is equivalent to the mass of an Abrams M1A2 Tank, which is to say a great deal of motor oil. Shots are fired, and Alice swerves the van off the road. But the tanks cannot advance into the oil slick, the soldiers slip and slide in it.

The van flips, the quickness of the turn and the distribution of weight make it inevitable, bodies flip and twist involuntarily, it is clear who had the foresight to buckle up.

Ricky didn’t. He is thrown out the top of the van as soon as the right side hits the ground.

Raul did, and when the van is done sliding he shouts out, “It’s not over yet,” and turns the windshield to water, watching it splash away. Firing pins, one at a time, he ducks out from the cover and turns them to graphite.

Ricky launches himself over the van and into the crowd, grabbing the main cannon of the second tank and bending it with his cybernetic arms.

As the last tank finally points its cannon at the overturned van Alice disables it with a high voltage electric bolt before ducking back down out the driver’s side window.

The soldiers are still there though, and even if the guns don’t work they intend to make trouble, they charge at the van.

And suddenly all fall asleep in the street.

Raul does a doublecheck, he did not think that Simon had been buckled in, and in fact the Sandman is still unconscious in the wrecked van.

Out of the swamp a man in loose overalls, an ancient rifle slung over his shoulder, emerges saying, “Good work poppy.”

Raul approaches the man, “Who are you?”

“Better question is who are you? Messin up them Fed’rals like that.”

“We are some of the most wanted men in the country right now, our reputation usually precedes us,” Raul says, “They call me the Alchemist, this is my Liberation Front. Although I assumed I would have heard about such a strong militant mutant group in Louisiana before I got here, my question stands.”

“Well,” overalls spits into the swamp, “Strictly speakin’ we ain’t a mutant organization. Strictly speakin’ we ain’t militant neither. Poppy here has the gift,” and he points to another figure, a darker phenotype who’s ragged clothing could only be described as heirlooms at this historical juncture, “But we don’t all. We just steer clear of ‘em Fed’rals. Don’t seem to be your friends neither though, so I reckon Teddy wouldn’t hold with me bein’ so rude that I dinna invite y’all to a proper introduction. Hell, this here is America.

“We’re all Freedom Fighters at heart.”

“I’m pretty sure the Federals are tracking us though, they might know how to find us, I wouldn’t want to put you in danger.”

Overalls laughs, “I like you. You know, I think Teddy’s gonna like you a lot. Don’t you worry bout none of that, with your van all messed up like that, just follow me.”

Simon and August are getting up out of the wreck with the help of Lucy, who had been buckled in. Simon rubs his head as Ricky pulls him up over his shoulder.

“Yeah, Teddy would just never let me hear the end of it if I went around bein that rude. Y’all are busted up, you need a hand.”

He helps August to his feet although August is a little stunned and jumps back before standing on his own feet.

“Let’s go then,” Raul says, turning the rest of the car into water, leaving no trail.

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At the edge of the encampment, Lucy and August begin trading worried looks. Nothing more than that though, they feel stuck inside their own heads, it scares them a little.

Overalls, his name is Wayne or so he claimed, greeting all of the guards and bouncers with the same hearty hello.

At the center of the camp there is a large log cabin with many rooms and many occupants, smaller cabins encircle it as though it were a migratory Great Plains encampment built in the model of the Anglo settlers. A tall campfire sits at the middle and a sturdy tent sits over a small bandstand with an organ. Every detail has been constructed with the utmost concern for long term stability, and then it had all come shut, cut off from the rest of America on purpose.

It is clear who Teddy is, Teddy is at the center of it all, “You know,” he says before they even have been properly introduced, “Kuklos is a Greek word that means ‘Circle.’ Seven generations ago my ancestors formed their Kukulos Klan, their ‘circle of brothers’ right here, and we were abolitionists, helpin’ to free our fellow men.

“Well, one of the cousins, Forrest or someother, gets out of here, goes to fight for some ‘Confederate army.’ Well, my predecessor, Grand Warlock Thurgood, he said to that boy, ‘Look, even if’n they were to win some war, wouldn’t make no Fed’rals go away. Just bring Fed’rals comin from Richmond, I don’t care what color the damn suit is.’ Is what he said.”

The man is grotesque, pockmarks all over his face, deep scars from some untreated jungle ailment. Copper orange hair, not quite an albino, he wears long robes and his eyes seem clouded as if by cartaracts or, again, perhaps owing to a lack of proper treatment of some disease.

“Well, Forrest he wasn’t a good listener. Went and took our circle of brotherhood outside this swamp when his war was over, turned it into something truly horrible and hateful. Now, Raul, my friends, I think that we can all understand what it is to see something beautiful and free and compassionate be corrupted.

“But do not lose hope.”

“Who are you?” Raul asks, befuddled.

He smiles, “Call me Teddy, I am the Grand Warlock of this Circle of Brothers. I keep this place safe,” he looks at August and Lucy, “That means that it is a no peeking zone for you two. But also, we should be safe from this…. Agatha… apparition. And any electronic surveillances they might try.”

“How do you know all of that?” Alice asks.

He laughs, “You have only had the gift for a single generation! Do not expect to be better practiced than we are, those of us who are gifted, we were taught by our parents to use our gifts, to work alongside our brothers.

“I sense good in you. Your intentions can benefit to others, perhaps tonight, we shall offer you di-rection.”

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There was moonshine in the evening, after they had been shown the farming techniques that a telekinetic could employ, and the animal husbandry techniques that the Warlocks of Teddy’s line had perfected with their psychic prowess. Healing mutants, there were mutants here who could heal on a touch and they had attended to Simon and looked over everyone’s wounds.

The natives seemed to like the place, they called it their Eden. And then, at night, moonshine and cigarettes, Teddy came up to Raul.

“You need to relax.”

Raul does not trust this man; he is much too powerful to trust, “What do you know about what I need to do?”

“Go in Peace, brother, serve the Lord.”

Raul’s jaw drops, “What?”

“But remember, Jesus did ask us to refrain from violence while building his kingdom. You have been straying from what you know is right.”

They look off into the bonfire, sip their moonshine.

After a few minutes Teddy says, “I reckon that it’s because you’ve been in a panic, too much of a rush to think things out. But we can’t be having what’s going on now, there has to be a more… delicate method, don’t you agree?

“Something less sloppy?”

Raul is quiet until he finally says, “What’s the point of me even saying anything to you?”

“I’d appreciate if you helped me understand you. You are a powerful figure, I think you have potential, I want to help you shape this nation. But Raul, you need help, look at what it’s like out there.”

“What can you do for me?”

“We have more in common than you think,” out of the robes the Grand Warlock fishes out a crucifix.

“Catholic clansmen?” Raul laughs.

Teddy laughs right back, “Ole’ Forrest messed our message straight up.”

Teddy points at his eyes, “We have healing mutants, do you wonder about these?”

“What is it?”

Teddy shrugs.

“Why haven’t they fixed it yet.”

“It is a test,” Teddy says, “Sent from God.”

“What?”

“Do you know what it is to know the mind of a virus? To see it’s thoughts and understandings as clearly as I see yours now? Do you know what it is to negotiate with such a being? It will give you a lot of respect for… life.

“Here,” Teddy says to him, pulling him aside, “I want to show you something.”

Agatha banished from this place, it was a pleasant little “Eden.” August and Lucy mingled awkwardly, short of their mind reading crutches that had gotten them through so many conversations. Children climb up Ricky’s mountainous form; Alice and Simon also make friends quickly and can be seen being dragged to and fro by various close knit cliques who competed for their attention.

“Here,” Teddy says, showing Raul a vat, and taking a dropper out and pulling some up, “My pappy, well, he met some of those hippies a whiles back. Shame the reputation those people have, good Americans them, true to the spirit. He obtained a certain chemical recipe from them, it’s become something of a mainstay here, try some.”

Raul must be drunk, all of the sudden he can taste two drops of the strange substance on his tongue.

Teddy pulls up a chair near the fire and directs Raul to it.

“Give me your tired, your poor,” Teddy says, “your huddled masses yearning to breathe free.”

Raul finds it so unnerving that he would flee, flee from someone who is inside his own head all the time. But it is too hypnotic, he cannot look away.

“Forget about the bay of pigs, mining Panamanian harbors, overthrowing democratically elected officials, the dirty wars. Let it go, Raul. We cannot change them, we can only change the future, you only keep these relics to justify all the terror.

“Blood won’t wash away blood. Remember Christ, think back to the persecuted peoples who fled here. The Puritans and Quakers and all the good servants of Christ who wanted only to do their best, all of the radical political thinkers exiled to the corner of the world, rarely by their own choice, think back to the Revolution. The first Revolution,” he points at Raul’s kerchief.

“Forget all the cowboys and empire builders, don’t let them taint the whole picture. Think back to the hundreds of millions of forward thinking citizens who have been inspired by this glorious dream to bring this whole globe into the future, and who have done so despite the best efforts of all those robber barons.

“Fight for them, and know that they are everywhere, that they are soldiers and that they are officers, that every scrap of collateral damage is someone’s life. And if they are not compassionate, forward thinking people then who do you think they will look to when they need help? It can’t be so sloppy.”

Raul cannot really remember the rest of the evening.

-

When they wake up there is a tractor trailer with a sleeper cab that the populace of Eden had brought out of hiding somewhere in the bayou.

Raul wakes up in quite a strange mood, more than a little confused. Drinking water, still a little confused about concepts like gravity.

He shakes his head, Teddy is right in front of him.

“Good morning traveler.”

Raul has to rub his eyes and shake his head again, “We have to keep moving.”

“I know.”

“Of course,” Raul sighs.

“You’re the last one to wake up, I made them leave you alone. You need your sleep. The rest are already in the trailer.”

It had been a brief experience, but for some reason Raul ascribed some magnificent significance to it, and he was struggling to explain why. The humans and mutants working together in a working community, the inclusion and joy, it was the pinnacle of southern hospitality.

He opens his mouth to thank the Grand Warlock but Teddy raises his own hand to stop him.

“All wanderers need stars to travel by, Go in Peace.”

“Serve the Lord,” replies Raul.
 
No one saw as the beautiful young woman stepped out of her nice BMW at the gas pump she put her hand on the gas pump consol. The computer systems linking the gas pump to the computers inside the store provided all the connection that Aubrey needed to ‘hack’ her way in and delete the security tapes for the day and to stop them from recording for thirty minutes. She was determined not to leave evidence; the pump came to life and she began to pump the gas. Unseen Set entered the store hefting a few energy drinks and other soft drinks for them to drink as they drove; he was exiting the gas station when he felt a power in the store. He hurried back to the car and put the drinks in the front seat, Aubrey was almost done filling up the tank by the time he got there. He stood up and looked around for the source of the power he had felt, if anyone other than a powerful psychic looked now at where Aubrey filled the car with gas and Set stood looking towards the station they would see nothing at all.

Rain poured down outside the protective cover of the gas station; suddenly he saw him, a man staring right at him from across the lot, staring at where he should have seen nothing. He began to walk forward, Set tensed, he could feel the confusion and chaos in the mind of the person walking towards him, there was also a tangible sense of power. Set could feel the man trying to creep into his mind but thousands of years of experience has its benefits, he moved, the illusion worked like a mirror reflecting the man’s power back at him. The psychic power this man had allowed him to see through Set’s illusion, it was if there were two images laid on top of each other, the illusion and what the psychic’s mind knew to be reality. The illusion spilt again and again the confused mind of this deranged man did not follow, the psychic could feel the commands he was giving to the mind of the stranger working, he saw the illusion bend to his will. Now the man stood surrounded by shadowy illusions. Set could hear the psychic commands in his mind, but the crazed psychic wasn’t focusing on him he was lost in the horrors of his own past. Aware that this man could not be reasoned with or controlled by force or illusion Set knew he had only one option.

No observer saw the events, Set’s power cloaked the horror from the eyes of the people in the well lit gas station, the psychic still gave his fruitless commands but he was to weak now. Set moved behind him and opened his throat, the blood rushing hot and strong into his mouth and filling his limbs and mind with new strength. His energy his power his soul flowed into Set it was this poor confused monster who destroyed the truck on the highway, Set knew him better than the man knew himself. Then it was over he was no longer a manic depressive, he was no longer a psychic, he was no longer an escapee from a prison camp in Florida, he was no longer Timothy Darcy; now he was just a corpse. All in darkness, a silent invisible shape carried the body to the dumpster in the back and placed him inside covering him with trash. No one ever saw Set and Aubrey at that gas station, no cameras were working, but Aubrey stood in shock.

When Set came back and got in the car she said nothing as she started it and maneuvered it back onto the interstate. “Did you have to kill him?” she asked at length, a little tremulously.

“I tried to tell you what I was.” He said truthfully, “I know it’s not pretty but it was him or us. That poor man was utterly crazed; he had just come down from a manic high, he was responsible for the destruction on the highway, he wanted to die. It is why he attacked us; I think he could sense I would kill him.”

“But the way you drank his blood, that was wild.” She said again with a furtive look at Set from the corner of her eye.

“You have nothing to fear, it is what sustains me that is true, but I would never harm you, you must believe that.” Set said reassuringly.

“I do” Aubrey affirmed all signs of fear now gone from her expression “besides that was cool as Hell!” she continued praising his power and thanking him for protecting her.

Heading more directly south they left Interstate 40 in Littlerock Arkansas and continued on smaller state highways. They passed a sign that said ’Shreveport 34 miles’

Set smiled pleased that his young companion was strong and brave.

She would need all of that strength soon.
 
yeah, i was going to have it be a socialist mess with a totalitarian leader from which my guy has to escape.

but, it seems there are only two people besides myself who still care, an di am extrememly short on time for writing stories let alone reading them
 
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