Kandi
Rayne
Brandon
Post by Deleted on Jun 4, 2017 22:01:21 GMT -5
(Tagged certain people but anyone can feel free to jump in if they see a spot)
My powers have always been as much a curse as a blessing, they changed everything about my life and it all started when I died. Me and My wife died in an horrible explosion, one that i remember every second of. I can remember the pain of the burns and the feeling of having my own arm ripped from my body, but most painful is the memory of my wife being torn apart and me being helpless to stop it.
Little did either of us know, that was just the start. Lucky we were both chosen, we were both deviants and as our bodies lay in the morgue instead of slowly rotting away they were repairing themselves, improving upon the base and turning us into what we are today. We we are or at least have become is the best welcoming committee the deviants have ever had. With my ability to sense other Deviants and duplicate their powers, and my wife's telepathy we can track the new Deviants as soon as they awaken in the morgue and take them to a safe haven, even cover up our tracks without causing any sort of drama along the way.
Still when a soul is awaken, brought back from the death it's like a loud scream in my head. Gasping for air, fighting for existense a sense of panic that is hard to explain and not quelled until we find this soul and sooth it ourselves. That is the sense i feel now, but behind my dark shades and nice suit you would never tell it.
"1 Chicago dog for the lady, and make mine just regular Chilli Cheese my man," I told the man at the hot dog cart as I mentally scanned the area as much as I could. The nearest morgue was still a few blocks away but some times They would awaken before they were fully processed and we might have to do some zombie chasing as we called it.
"8 bucks," the fat guy replied, his beard was in desperate need of attention and the little hair he had on his head was slowly turning grey, i reach into my pocket providing the man his money, a 10.
"Keep the change," I replied and turned handing the dog to my wife, "I think they are heading towards the morgue now we have a few minutes to kill,"
My powers have always been as much a curse as a blessing, they changed everything about my life and it all started when I died. Me and My wife died in an horrible explosion, one that i remember every second of. I can remember the pain of the burns and the feeling of having my own arm ripped from my body, but most painful is the memory of my wife being torn apart and me being helpless to stop it.
Little did either of us know, that was just the start. Lucky we were both chosen, we were both deviants and as our bodies lay in the morgue instead of slowly rotting away they were repairing themselves, improving upon the base and turning us into what we are today. We we are or at least have become is the best welcoming committee the deviants have ever had. With my ability to sense other Deviants and duplicate their powers, and my wife's telepathy we can track the new Deviants as soon as they awaken in the morgue and take them to a safe haven, even cover up our tracks without causing any sort of drama along the way.
Still when a soul is awaken, brought back from the death it's like a loud scream in my head. Gasping for air, fighting for existense a sense of panic that is hard to explain and not quelled until we find this soul and sooth it ourselves. That is the sense i feel now, but behind my dark shades and nice suit you would never tell it.
"1 Chicago dog for the lady, and make mine just regular Chilli Cheese my man," I told the man at the hot dog cart as I mentally scanned the area as much as I could. The nearest morgue was still a few blocks away but some times They would awaken before they were fully processed and we might have to do some zombie chasing as we called it.
"8 bucks," the fat guy replied, his beard was in desperate need of attention and the little hair he had on his head was slowly turning grey, i reach into my pocket providing the man his money, a 10.
"Keep the change," I replied and turned handing the dog to my wife, "I think they are heading towards the morgue now we have a few minutes to kill,"
