CactusBrawler

The man inside the room, could be seen through several windows, luckily his attention was turned towards the TV screen in front of him, as he watches the TV he shovels Chinese food into his mouth.

Of course trying to eat while laughing is a bad idea, and he begins to choke, bent double in his chair as he coughs up a stray bit of sweet and sour.

The mental transmission succeeded, and the girls began to sleep, passing out now that the constant pain had stopped, the psychic haze that filled the city would begin to dissipate. It would be at this point, no longer disguised by the psychic field that the true nature of the Jacks would be revealed.

Their personalities had been beaten out of them, harsh training both physical and mental, heightening their natural resistance to psychic energy, their minds were like diamonds, psychic energy would flow around them, and all that they think of are their orders.

Their current order, was to take down Sue, to drown her on dry land.

The elevator doors closed, and with a loud clunk then a rumble it began to ascend, after thirty maybe forty seconds it stopped, a clunk again as the brakes were put on. The G light went off and the B light went on, the doors slid open to reveal a large open room, filled with the smell of salt water. At one end of the room a large metal shutter makes up most of the room, the rest of the walls are made up of red brick work, a smaller metal shutter is part of the opposite wall, next to this is a small shack like office, from inside the sounds of an unidentified cable sitcom plays, along with the laugh track there is the occasional loud guffaw.

Pressing the B button appears to do nothing, pressing it once the doors close, opens the doors.

The elevator was clearly a freight elevator, it was easy to tell, what with the size that could easily accommodate eight people and of course the little sign that said “Freight Elevator”, the stainless steel interior was a little mucky, hand prints here and there, and a few scuff marks from people’s shoes.

It only had two buttons for selecting floors, one with a glowing G on it, the other with the letter B on it, this one however was not lit.

“Ffffffffuuuuuu...” the man’s long swear was cut off as the blast caught him.

After some considerable rolling, he ends up in a tangled limb pile just in front of his destination. While he is still breathing, he’s unconscious, and given the teeth surrounding his fall, he wouldn’t be talking that much sense if woken up, in one hand he’s carrying an I.D card, the elevator that he seemed to be running towards, has a card scanner.

“Okay now dear, subdue your new big sister” the president ordered.

The little girl shook her head, slowly the others in the room did too, as for the first time in the history of Oceana, a Jill refused an order. The rebellion didn’t last long, the president pressed a button on her desk, there was a crackle in the room as speakers became active, across Oceana she broadcast.

“Username “Hubbard”, Access Code “Once Upon a Time”, Punishment On”

Instantly the girls fell to the floor, writhing in agony, unable to scream or do anything other than suffer, they lashed out every now and again, sharing their agony with the people around in waves of empathy.

“She’s too much trouble, Jack’s... do be dears and finish her off.” She ordered sitting back in her chair with a creek.

The water bonds, began to move, heading for Sue’s mouth and nose, coiling threateningly around her throat too...

The man was out like a light, laying in a puddle of his own drool, while the impact didn’t look fatal, he’d have a bump like a chickens egg when he wakes up. When studied it’d be clear that he was dressed in the style of the mafia like gang “The Family”, though the cut and material of his suit made him either a low ranking member, or an impersonator.

Footsteps echoed through the open door, someone was coming from deeper within the building, heading towards the door that the unconscious man lay next too.

“Nicky! Hey Nicky! Nick-eeeey!” a voice kept calling, in a slightly annoying manner, getting louder with each call.

The girl’s mind had no psychic defense, in fact she seemed to trust everyone and everything around her, Sue was welcomed into web, every thought she shared filtered through the little girl into the minds of the other Jill’s.

For her part the girl showed what the Jill’s did, how they made everyone happy, and how happiness was important and good.

The man managed to hurl a few of the bunk beds towards Mashup, before he was propelled backwards by the sonic wave, he hits the wall and slumps, sunglasses falling crooked to show his eyes rolling back, before he topples forwards falling to the floor face first.

The president nodded and one of the little girls moved forwards, she didn't look any older than five or six, and the smile she gave Sue was cheerful and bright as a button. Her mind was odd, she lacked a sense of self, just a single point, a single point of many, rotating around a bright point that blazed like a small sun, while her thoughts were active and filled with a desire to be helpful, the centre point seemed to be lost deep in sleep.

"Are you going to be the new big Jill?" she asked in a sing song voice.

The bald headed man pushed forward with his right hand, a show of force, rattling the beds towards Mashup, closing his hand the beds behind Mashup trembled towards her, scrapping and dragging across the floor.

"You better surrender doll, you're trespassing on family property!" he shouted, as the beds began to levitate in a sinister manner..

"Oh not all of use were changed, a few of us" she smiled "A precious few were immune, the untouched, the clean. We who were destined to rule."

"But the girls tell me, that you could be useful, tell me, have you ever dreamed of being the head of a family?" the president waved her hand down.

Whips of water sprung through the air, toward Sue, seeking to ensnare and capture her.



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Below one entire floor of the city below, Jack leant against the wall and panted, he was exhausted, a trembling hand reached into his pocket. He pulled out a white paper bag, lined inside with foil, from it he took a little blue square marked on one side with a white line, rising like a heart rate monitors tick.

Placing it in his mouth he chewed on it, grinding the casing to dust and filling his mouth with an odd flavoured gel, gulping it down he immediately felt refreshed, raising his hands he began to bore through the floor again, grinding the re-enforced concrete into water.

Inside the first locker lay neatly folded women's clothing, the type popular with the "indy" crowd of teenagers, a purse with a high school library card, the name on it is "Jeanne M. Jackson", a quick search for the name on databases will reveal that's she's sixteen and reported as a run away.

The next foot locker is full of discarded, stinking clothes, soiled with food, and other substances, it appears to be unisex in nature, apart from a tattered pink bobble hat.

As the third locker is opened however the door opens, and a man in a cheap white suit walks in, he's wearing sunglasses even though he's indoors and the artificial lights glint off of his bald head.

He gives an obvious almost comedic double take as he spot's mash up.

"Hey, what's youse doing here? This is private property!"

I was referring to the City of Heroes part of NCSoft, can't imagine that bad publicity will be that nice for NCSoft America either, given that their WoW killer... didn't, the joke that was Tabula Rasa, Auto Assault also.

Closing a branch, straight after releasing an expansion pack, no way it'll look good.

The tunnel carries onward for quite some distance, well over a mile, after some distance the floor is dry, but not dusty, obviously the tunnel has been used recently.

Eventually, the tunnel ended with an open door, beyond the door there is a decent sized room, the room is dotted with bunk beds, and each has two footlockers at the base of the beds. Another door is opposite the tunnel, it is currently closed.

The president’s glare was filled with hate when she looked at Jack, he merely smiled back at her. The look she gave Sue however was filled with pity, the look one would give a child that had soiled itself.

“I should have you executed for this deception” she tapped her fingers on the desk several times

“Speak, if your offer is good enough, you might just yet earn your forgiveness” she said in a voice like the grave

Jack wolf rolled his eyes.

Of course if they wait until after GR to say

"Thanks for the money you just spent, btw Euro accounts are all closed now."

Then well the legal and PR back lash will probably finish the company.