(OOC: This is a thread that details the exact events that occured within the 24 hour period when Katran Kjaer became Eris. It gives a detailed account of that day... all times are in Eastern time.)

IC:

Deep in the caverns of a soul, a white light appears. First softly, then screaming. It starts small and grows beyond recognition. This light is truth, and is the one thing that all seek yet none find. This light ignites fear and hate. This light ignites love and peace. This light ignites all... for only the truth can affect what we see, know, hear, speak, and experience.

2:00:00... 2:00:01... 2:00:02... AM

A young lady in her mid-twenties dashed down the hall with a small clipboard in hand. Known to her and very few others, her dashing had purpose, and she was not disposed to wait for someone who got in her way. No, she would plow right through them.

Weaving in and out of the stationary objects in the hallway, she finally turned a corner. In a semi-second a door stood between her and her objective, and she threw it open with as much grace as the vice-president during hunting season. This thought flashed through her mind, and she silently chuckled to herself at her political joke. Moving onward into the hospital room, the door closed behind her automatically and she soon reached the nearby bed.

Two men in light blue costumes (or rather gowns) stood over the bed. A monitor nearby kept a wrap on the vitals of the figure that lay in the bed. This was the operating room, and the surgeon had just arrived... maybe too late.

The young lady quickly scanned the vitals then dropped the clipboard into a nearby holder. She whipped on some gloves and kept an eye on the vitals while placing her mask. Heartbeat was weakening, this patient was going to die. No... no... she wouldn't let that happen.

Nodding to the other to doctors, she set to work immediately. The bullet had penetrated just below a rib, and had broken through with enough velocity to puncture a lung. This was not a good situation. She did her best to do her job, but she didn't know if she would make it.

Katran Kjaer lacked a certain confidence in her medical abilities...

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Meanwhile, thousands of miles in a small village in remote Europe, two men stole silently around a tiny room. They examined the contents thoroughly... rummaging through and stealing anything of value.

The older man was tall, dark, and had a small beard which reached around and met his upper hair with sideburns. He spoke deeply and didn't waste time. He was a conservative chap. The smaller man was short, fat, and bald. He talked in a high pitched ring that would have sent the devil back to hell... if Satan had ever left in the first place. He was obnoxious.

The older man spoke first to break the awkward silence, "Find anything of value?"

"Nothing so far..." came the squeaky reply.

"Well keep looking, we don't have that much time. She'll be returning any minute now."

"I'm hurrying... I'm hurrying..." the little man said defiantly.

The tall one thought, If I ever get a chance, I'll kill that weasel. But the thought was gone before he even had time to dwell on it. Now was the time to steal.

A sound startled the pair. It came from the kitchen, and sounded like the bang of a pan or something similiar. Not good for them. They both stole silently into a couple corners, and waited. Within a few moments, a young woman walked into the room. She had the air of expentancy around her. Pregnant. Short and British, and she spoke like it, "Anyone here?" She said with a slightly cautious British accent.

The men cowered in the corner and stared at the woman, hoping to escape notice.

She looked around the room and saw the carnage that the rummaging had done. Books, broken glass, papers, pillows, were thrown everywhere. It was chaos here.

Stepping over the wreckage, she reached the phone and lifted it to her ear. Then, hearing the tone, she dialed the local emergancy number. "Yes, hello? I'd like to report a robbery..."

The two men had waited long enough. The tall man was nearest, and he dove out from his hiding. He jammed his hand against a table on the way of his dive, and he yelped in pain. But before she could react, he had already pulled the phone's plug. "Not today girl."

The short man was right behind him, laughing crazily. He took the girl down and had her pinned to the floor in a second. "Time to go girly..." He drew a knife and sent it plunging towards the girl's neck.

He was too late.

The red-headed expectant mother had caught his arm in mid-air, and twisted it, using the knife to slash his own neck. He died instantly. Blood poured out and spilled into her face, but she simply reacted. Throwing the body backward, she jumped to her feet and raced to the door.

The older man just stared as it all happened. He was in shock. Then, as she ran, he chased her. Out the door and into a dark neighborhood.

Then he stopped and watched her run. "Run, girly!!! You're a murderer now... and I have friends... you won't live for long!!!"

He chuckled and went back into the house. Searching through once more, he found what he wanted. Slipping it into his jacket, he stepped out of the house and walked away.

2:17:35... 2:17:36... 2:17:37...

The soul screams out itself. Not understanding the very nature of what is happening. The soul has no comprehension of the truth. The truth... of truth. The darkness swells in again, trying to cover the soul, and protect it from the unknown. But it is only a matter of time before the light breaks through.

2:17:38... 2:17:39... 2:17:40...

Katran stood over the patient with a sweating brow and a concentrated set of eyes. She couldn't let this patient die. She couldn't let this patient die. She couldn't let this patient die. Her hands worked swiftly and quite robotically. She couldn't quite allow her mind to take over. As someone famous once said, "Stop thinking..." Just work Katran...

Suddenly, the steady beep of the vitals started to fade. It was drowned out by a louder, longer, and higher pitched stream of the machine. It indicated danger. Deadly danger. Was there any other kind? Katran couldn't really think of any. Pushing the thoughts from her mind, she desperately tried to save this patient.

The heart rate dropped to 10... and then 9... then 8... suddenly, it flat-lined. The sound from the machine was continual now. Just like the horrible noise heard from the white screen after an ended movie had been viewed to the extreme end. Deadly. Katran began to frantically perform CPR without the resperation. Trying to revive the heart.

To no avail. The patient was dead, and after a few minutes of hard labor on the corpse, she came to that realization. She had lost her first ever patient on the operating table. Why? She didn't know...

She stepped away from the table and removed her mask and gloves. In shock, she stared at the wall. The other doctors around her slowly walked out. A few others helped clean things up about the body. Katran was gone to it all. She was in her own world.

Before she could see it coming, a man stormed into the room. "Doctor Kjaer, phone... line 1."

"Thank you Miles..."

She walked out the room with half-steps. Unable to concentrate any further. Stepping up to the plastic white counter top, she reached over and grabbed the plastic black phone offered to her. Black and White... opposites... but plastic... similiar. Strange. All hail the fullness... disagree and be cold noise. Her favorite phrase rang through her mind as she lifted the phone to her ear.

"Doctor Kjaer speaking."

"Katran... this is Stanley... I need to speak with you right away."

"What is it Stan?" She said annoyed. She was in a bad mood after all.

"It's your mother Kate... she's.... dying."

Silence. Katran was shocked.

Stan kept talking, "I'm so sorry to bear this news to you, but I have to. You need to get here right away. I ordered your ticket and it's waiting for you at the airport. Just get here as soon as you can.

Silence. Katran was shocked.

"Kate?"

Silence.

"Kate?" Stan was getting very concerned that Katran had died from shock.

"Sorry... Stanley... sorry. I'll be there as soon as possible."

"All right."

The phone clicked.

Katran handed back the phone and hurried away from the desk. She walked into her office and pulled a briefcase from her own desk. Checking the contents, and then carefully cradling the case with her left arm, she walked out the door and shut off the lights. Then, locking it behind her, she hurried out the hospital door, offering the words, "Emergency at home..." as her only words to the confused organizer. She would explain later.

Jumping behind the wheel of her Lexus, she pulled out of the parking space sharply and nearly knicked an SUV. With a hurry she pulled into the road and headed for the interstate. She needed to make her flight...

All hail the fullness... disagree and be cold noise.

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The pregnant woman had problems of her own. She had running down the street for as long as she could remember, which was only like 30 minutes... or so. But she couldn't tell really. She was having a hard time remembering anything after her confrontation with the robbers. She was in shock.

She made it to a phone booth and called a relative. No answer. Another call to a close friend. No answer. A call to her brother. Nothing. Just an answering machine. She barely listened to the message, expecting the same old, "This is Brian, leave a message after the beep."

But something stopped her. The message was not the same. It didn't sound like Brian, yet it sounded familiar. Dropping another coin into the phone, she redialed Brian's number. The machine came up again, "Hello girly... calling here are you? Time to die girly... I have it. You do not. I got what you need, and you want what I have." An evil laugh indicated it was the same old man who had threatened her at her home. "Game on girly... you have twenty two hours to track me down... and kill me for your precious toy. Game on..." The message ended.

Nothing else. Shock settled further on the pregnant woman. This was totally unexpected. She slumped to a sitting position on the floor of the phone booth. Putting her hand over her mouth, she gasped. And again. Shock...

2:55:12... 2:55:13... 2:55:14...

The glimmer grows until it becomes overwhelming, but it cannot truly overwhelm. The truth cannot truly become the truth, because the darkness still reigns. Yet, the light continues to fight. And fight it will... forever. In the dreams on men and passing of time, it will accomplish all that it wills... but it will take time.

2:55:15... 2:55:16... 2:55:17...

Katran pulled the Lexus to a screeching halt inside the huge airport lengthy parking lot. Stepping out briskly, she waslked to the the nearby elevator. She hit her keys to lock the car, and the familiar chirp of the horn let her know that her command was followed. Now to the flight...

She stepped into the thermically freezing box that mechanically brought her up three stories. Her mother was dying, and she felt nothing else. Nothing. Truly nothing. So she stopped herself. She had to feel... and feel she would. After all, All hail the fullness... disagree and be cold noise. She would not be cold noise. Not this time. Not this day. She thought back to her favorite saying and its origins. No, there was time for that later. Now, she had to make this flight.

The evelator dinged to announce that it had reached the selected floor, and Katran stepped forward without a flinch. She passed many tired businessmen, fancy businesswomen, and a few highschool drop-out looking types. She ignored them all and kept walking. Gate 38... there it was. She ran to the counter and requested her ticket. "Katran Kjaer, flight 681."

"Yes, Miss Kjaer, here you go." The woman handed Katran the envelope with her ticket and then went back to her computer work. This is why Kate hated airports, because everyone was far too caught up in their own little world to help each other. She turned on her heel and found the edge of the building. She stared out the glass at her flight, as the rain poured down outside. It was a very bad night for this to happen, and a bad night for flight for that matter.

Katran checked her watch. What's going on? The flight was scheduled to take off in five minutes, and they hadn't even started boarding yet. She turned again and walked out to the desk once more. "Excuse me, is it me, or is the flight delayed."

"Yes ma'am... so sorry... please have a seat."

Kate hated being thrown off the trail like that. "Please seat me now."

"Ma'am, have a seat and we wil get to you as soon as we can."

Frustrated, she walked up to the line of people and actually passed them. She leaned against the wall and slipped past the flight attendant that seemed to be holding the aggrivated passengers back, and once passed, she made her way down the long tunnel to the plane. Entering the plane and taking a passing glance at the shame!pit, she walked to her seat and sat. She would get what she wanted, as she always did.

Checking her watch again, she realized how bad of a mood she was in. She was very late... and her mother was dying for goodness' sakes! She stood once more and made her way to the shame!pit. Finding the pilot there, reading a John Grisham novel. She got in his face. "Sir, I demand you lift this plane off now."

"Ma'am, what the heck are you doing in here?"

"Lift the plane now...." She said sternly. The other passengers had begun to file on, but it seemed there would still be enough delay if the Captain kept reading his book.

He was a small man, and intimidated by Katran. "Okay... okay... if it's so urgent." He checked a few gages and then turned back to see Katran still there. "Ma'am, take a seat."

Frustrated again, she spun and went back to her seat. In a few moments, the plane finally taxied down the runway. It seemed that her talking had paid off.

Leaning back, she started to have that dull feeling again. The feeling of not feeling. She kind of liked that feeling in these pressure situations...

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A man dusted his bar slowly and waited. No customers had been in a few hours, and business had been bad these last few months. He wasn't sure how long he could keep this up... or if he would. It was getting boring to run a bar. Very boring. People just didn't drink in this part of England any more.

As he thought of giving up the business, he heard the bell on his front door ring. A young woman, who looked pregnant, walked into the bar, pushing the glass door ahead of her, and then letting it fall back into place behind her. She staggered her way to the bar and ordered a Scotch. Typical.

The man thought no more about it, after giving her a drink. He went back to the back room and watched his local team play rugby. That was good enough for him.

But it wasn't good enough for the woman. She stared out into the glasses and thought. Thought of how she could get it back. How she could survive this affair. How she could live with herself if she failed. Bottom-line: She couldn't. Failure meant death, and death meant hell. And she wasn't prepared to go to hell today.

The sun streamed through glass windows, but it didn't cheer her. Nothing would. Only what she wouldn't would cheer her, and for that matter, save her. And she wanted desperately to be saved. She was scared. Very scared.

Suddenly, a ring. Loud, close. It was a phone. She looked around the room and couldn't find one. Then she got it. It was her. The ring came from her. She dipped into her coat pocket and was startled to find a black bordered cell phone.

Shaking, she flipped it open. "Hello Jenn... how are you..." the old man's evil voice came accross. "Startled girly? I thought you would be. Be glad you have the phone though."

She said nothing.

"Go to the Sunrise park, there you will begin our game. Goodbye girly." Click.

3:39:56... 3:39:57... 3:39:58...

The dreams. It's often hard to figure out exactly what they are. Are dreams reality? Or is reality a dream? Who can say? Who can say what is real, and what is not? The only thing that can be real, is truth, and it's enemy: darkness. Truth, also known as light, is ultimate reality, and darkness is it's nemesis. But who can find the truth? Who can find the light?

3:39:59... 3:40:00... 3:40:01...

The plane had been in the air for a few minutes now. Takeoff smooth, flight smooth, so far anyways. Katran sat in her seat and studied her watch, counting down the minutes when she would arrive at her destination. At least a couple hours or so, by her best guess, but it seemed like it would be forever. Forever.

A soft tune played over the intercom to calm the early morning passengers nerves for whatever reason they needed. A pretty little flight attendant walked up and down the aisle, helping those who needed help, and assisting those who needed assistance.

Everyone seemed fine.

But little did they know, many rows ahead of Kate, a small Asian man was plotting. He sat in his row alone, quiet, plunking away at the keys on his laptop, now that altittude restrictions for electronics had been lifted. He was accessing his personal web account, for radio messages. Who he worked for, no one knew, but it was enough that he worked for someone. Someone who did not want this plane to land at its destination.

The man kept plunking away until he found the right file. Double clicking it, he uploaded a frequency to his cell phone, which remained unseen in his black leather jacket pocket. Convinced that all was well after peering around, he shut the laptop and slipped it into it's case below his seat. Then, he turned around and smiled at the lady behind him.

As the flight attendant walked past, he made his move. In a flash, before the woman who he was staring at could have blinked, the Asian man was in the aisle and behind the attendant. He grabbed her by the neck and spun her to face the passengers, dragging her to the front of the plane before any of them could react. He now held a small utility knife in his hand, at her throat. He was prepared to do what he needed to do, that was certain.

Panic spread the instant he was seen. The passengers were screaming in fear, the children crying, the other attendants stared in shock.

The Asian man just smiled as he looked at their faces and listened to their fright. Yes, an emotion had a sound. Anyone who said otherwise was 100% apathetic. He pulled the knife closer to her neck, and gently scraped her skin, leading to a trickle of blood. He chuckled and then shouted, "Shut up... all of you!!"

Silence fell.

He smiled again, "Let me make this clear, one move by any of you, and she dies." He kept the knife pressed against her, and shoved his wrist into her neck to show he meant business. "Now, this is simple. I want control of the plane. We're choosing a new course for this flight." He motioned to the flight attendant in the back of the plane. "You, go to the phone and tell your pilot to set course for the Mexican border. Do it now, and tell him if I don't see the turn made immediately, she dies."

The man smiled as the attendant made the call. He had done his research, and knew that the particular attendant he had in his arms, had a relationship going with the pilot of this flight. He knew the man would respond by compliance rather than lose his lover. So he waited.

Katran sat in the back, thinking. She was quite as shocked as the others, but she was already forming a plan in her mind to stop this guy. She had the power after all, but she was contemplating whether or not she should use it. It would exhaust her and leave her dreadfully exposed if she failed, not to mention perhaps unable to leave the plane when they made it to the original destination.

Before she could make a decision, a few men at the front of the plane made theirs. They jumped from their seats and ran for the man. Chaos ensued.

Within a few seconds, the Asian pulled the knife vertically accross the flight attendant he held captive, gutting her throat and leading to her instant (or nearly instant) death. Then, he held the body in front of him with one hand as his other hand flew for his pocket. He drew out a nine millimeter and fired three bullets from the gun. Each slammed into the men, one bullet each, and they dropped on a dime, each hit in the brain.

The man dropped the body and turned to face the living passengers, gun still held ready. Then he reached into his other pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Flipping it open, he kept one eye on the crowd as he left the other eye to finding a few buttons on the phone. After a few seconds, he had found it.

"I have here," he said raising the phone for all to see, "a device that will detonate a bomb on this airplane. Any more sudden moves, and I will not hesistant to kill you with my handgun. But once I run out of bullets, or I just find you all too dull, I will hit a button on this phone, and we all go down in flames."

Katran just stared.

---

After a long walk, Jenn had finally reached the Sunrise Park. Warily she walked in through the gate, and it closed drearily behind her. This may have not been a good idea to come here, but if she wanted it back, she had to come. So she had come. Walking forward to the large statue in the middle of the park, here she waited.

And waited.

What am I going to do? What does he want from me? How did he know about it? How am I going to get it back? What am I waiting for here? All these thoughts went through her head as she leaned against the statue in a defensive position. She wouldn't take any chances with this idiot. He seemed to know his business.

Nothing yet. She was still waiting. Then she had a thought. He had said, "There you will begin our game." She would begin... not him. She was here for herself, and checking her watch, she only had about twenty hours or so to find this idiot. She had to find his clue on her own... he wasn't going to come. He was just going to start the beginning of a trail. A long trail that might lead to a trap set to kill her.

But who cared? She had to get it back after all... and this was her only shot. Looking around, the clue didn't seem amazingly obvious. He was a riddler perhaps? She thought of his words, "Our game..." Game! That has to be it! Spinning around, she checked the statue of the most famous man to ever walk in Sunrise Park, General Phillip Watkins. Watkins had been the first in this region to introduce war as the idea of a game... with each player in the war moving their pieces strategically. He had led this community down an interesting road... and it had all been based on the game.

The statue read the same old words. The dedication to Watkins' memory. Below though, there was someting new. A small note scratched into the stone. Jenn stooped closer and read the words, 'Life is cruel, but the source is crueler.'

That was all it said.

Jenn didn't get it at first. What did this mean? Where was she supposed to go? What did she need to do once she got there? Her family could be dead, or missing, or something else horrible. The man had obviously gotten past her brother Brian. What else? What did this writing mean?

'Life is cruel, but the source is crueler.'

She didn't get it. But something inside of her did. Literally. The small baby in her womb began to kick violently. Then she got it. The life of the one inside her would be cruel, but the source of this life was worse. That had to be the answer.

She stood there, shocked once more, for perhaps the one-millionth time in a few hours. She had to go see him? Did she really have to go see that man? She started walking. She would go see the father...

4:33:13... 4:33:14... 4:33:15...

The light can be found by very few. Very few even realize that light exists in the first place... because they are so totally controlled by the darkness. Can someone fathom a color they have not seen? Can they understand a dimension beyond the ones they've experienced? No. In the same way, light is unseen and unexperienced, so it is not fathomed and not understood. The darkness has control, and the light must wait until the timing is right. Until it reveals itself to the unsuspecting...

4:33:16... 4:33:17... 4:33:18...

Katran now realized that she was the only person in this plane who could stop the terrorist. Indeed, there was no one else here with the ability or will to do so. Most had already resigned themselves to some unknown grim fate. Not Kate. She was selfish and stubborn. She would not die today, and she wouldn't let anyone else die either. She was kind of adamant about this point. She was not going to let anyone else in this plane die, except maybe the guy with the bomb.

As she thought over her plan, her mind wandered back to the day she had learned the truth. The day that she had learned that she wasn't just another person who could brush her teeth. No, she was more than normal, she was a mutant. To say that she was a mutant most would think was quite enough, but she had also come to another conclusion: she possessed one of the most powerful mutations that she had ever heard of.

Being a big greek fan, she had been studying the langauge, and had finally come accross a word that she fell in love with. A word she in fact termed herself. A word that described her mutation in detail. The word: Domniflex. Domni, meaning rule or law, and flex, meaning bend or twist. In essence, the mutation of rule-bending. That was probably about the best way to describe her mutation. But as she had experienced her mutation more and more, she came to realize a few setbacks.

Those setbacks were what was holding her back from just charging the guy. If she didn't do it right, she could get everyone killed, and that would go against her main point. But this was now the time of action. She had finally made her decision and finalized her plan. Time to bend some rules...

Moving quickly, she threw her hand forward and grasped the seat in front of her. Spinning the hand on the chair, it bent into a solid mass. This, she held in front of her while concentrating farther down the plane. She was concetrating on the area surrounding the asian man. Within a few seconds of her first move, the gravitational pull around the man shifted.

His trigger hand jerked and a bullet flew from the barrel. Concentrating on both things at once, Katran manipulated the bullet, stopping it on a dime, and dropping it harmlessly to the floor. On the other end of the barrel, the man had begun freaking out. His bomb trigger had flown upwards out of his hand, and was floating about six feet above his head.

Not having to worry any further about the bullet, Kate held the bomb trigger suspended, while jerking the gravity around the handgun, causing it to join the cell phone in midair. Now she would move in for the kill.

Bending the light inside the plane, she focused it all on the man's eyes. He dropped to his knees screaming in pain. She had quite possibly blinded him for light. It isn't often that every ounce of light in an entire plane is plunged into one specific set of eyes. The rest of the plane had fallen deathly dark, and people were screaming all around.

The light had returned to normal now. Katran walked up to the man and landed a swift kick to his jaw. Then she smacked him in the brain with the backside of her palm. He fell limp. Mission accomplished, threat gone.

She blinked. That was intense.

Then, she slowly let down the gun and phone. Grasping them with her hand, then handing them to a flight attendant that had run to the scene. "Quarantine these please... and watch that trigger..."

Then, without another word, she walked swiftly to the back of the plane and took her seat again, while a male flight attendant made certain that the asian terrorist was properly secured.

Thank goodness there were few distractions on an early morning flight.

Glancing down at her watch, she realized that she had used about 2 minutes of power, and had about twenty-eight minutes until the exhaustion kicked in. Leaning back in her seat, she tried to get some rest, knowing full well that it wouldn't happen for about another half-an-hour.

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Jenn decided about halfway to her destination that she needed a car, and she needed one badly. It was often that pregnant mother in her third trimester had to walk this far, and she would be the first to admit that she couldn't do this anymore. She was a tough young woman, but sometimes weariness catches up. And she was only a few hours into this mayhem. She guessed that it wouldn't end anytime soon...

So, she simply found a silver Ford Taurus and used a nearby trash can lid to smash the passenger's side window, then she climbed into the car after unlocking the door. Pulling down the plastic, she hotwired the car and put on her seat belt. Then, she pulled out into the road and drove in the general correct direction.

As she sat here driving the stolen car, she wondered if it was really all worth it. Was it worth being criminal? Was it worth the killing? Was it worth the riddles? Was it worth the continual terror? Was it worth her life? When it came down to it, would she really die for this? She didn't know. That thought scared her more than aything. After all, she really was living for two. Or dying...

The interstate was cold and muggy, and the fog was rolling over the tar when she pulled off it. A few minutes driving had brought her to her destination, and now she pulled the Taurus to a halt in front of the large apartment building. Stepping out of the car and slamming the door behind her, she grimaced a bit. She stood there staring at the ominous building before her. The building where it had all taken place about seven months ago. The buildiong where she had fallen in love, conceived a child, and then run from. This building held bad tidings of Jenn.

She walked slowly towards the front of the structure, and stopped at the front to call up. Then, she noticed the light on his box was already green. He was expecting her? "Hmmmm..." she said audibly, and scaring herself with her own sound.

She stepped to the elevator and inside when it swung open. Hitting the big white button for floor six, she leaned up against the back of the elevator and took a deep breath. This was all insane wasn't it? Wasn't she crazy to actually go where this man wanted her to go? She was probably falling right into his trap...

But she had to get it back.

Stepping out of the elevator, she took another depp breath, then walked down the hallway, heading for room 618.

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