(Make this post after anyone who is waking in the barracks, has woken up.)

The noises that had started while Sara was in the laundry supply room with Neena, hadn’t taken long to escalate. Everything that they had been preparing for since the beginning of the camps had to come together in a matter of minutes, though Sara wished it took nothing. She didn’t want to see what erupted from weeks of captivity and weeks of abuse, and weeks of living in fear. She’d seen it before, and hated the outcome. Both from what she knew had to be done, and what she knew she was capable of.

Currently she was running towards the barracks. There was a plan in her head of where to look for straggling youngsters, or those that were hurt, and she intended on following her list once through. She knew she probably wouldn’t make it though twice. So her senses would play a key roll. Senses and luck.

The feline mutant was nothing but a blur as she dashed past guards, if they chased her, who really knew, not that they would keep up on foot. If they did, Sara still wasn’t sure how she would deal with them. Even without the laundry sack, that had been sewn and altered to fit tightly to her back, and it’s weapons, she had claws. If it came to this disgusting part, she even had teeth. Not to mention the cuff that was around her wrist made a nice, blunt, object.

She skidded across the first stop on her list, nearly flying over the stoop where her and Amp had sort of sat together days ago with Rube, and Sara’s make shift instrument. Less than a hop later she was inside passing the wall where she watched Neena and Nika start an impromptu slumber part around Ruby as well. The memory of Shya’s boldness to take a dare in a game. Sara’s throat tightened

Sara shook her head. “Focus, girl. Come on.” She murmured frustrated at herself.

Shots rang out, outside of the barracks, stalkers here still inside the camps though the main robot situation had seemed to be drawn to the outskirts of the camps. Heart beats ago, another explosion had rocked the buildings and cluttered the air with dust. Sara’s ears were still ringing, but she forced herself to smell past the sent of burnt debris. Past the smells of those that had left their beds, to focus and single out the more current scents. Like trying to look at one of those magic eye pictures, only with your nose. You had to see past the design that had formed. This design had been forming for over two months, so what was out of place?

The question became a demand in Sara’s mind. Breathing in deep, remembering the way the air flowed, and where what smells slept, she strolled forward, with stiffened steps that looked like a practiced march, through the barracks, as she checked.

A stronger, off, smell, different from her memory, pulled her head to the right just in time to see a small foot tuck it’s self under a bundle of blankets. “Come on then-“ Sara was trying to sound soothing but she had been cut off by what might have been the sound of a wall being smashed outside. It made her ears flick back to try and muffle the sound. “Look kid, you’ve got to get out of here.” She gently tugged at the corner of the blanket and like magic the child bravely stuck the top of his head out so that Sara could only see his wide brown eyes and nose. A mop of dirty blond hair fell down across the kids face that Sara gently lifted away. “Come on, we’re getting out, but we have to go now.”

“Do you promise?”

Sara was taken back. She hadn’t expected a word from him, though she didn’t know why not, and the wimple words brought back another memory from years ago. For weeks older prisoners had been promising freedom to those that were younger. Some too younger to understand that they didn’t know when. Sara had made similar promises before but those must have felt like lies. Like fairy tails to those that time seemed to be forever. Like Grim fairy tales.

“Yes.”

The kid must have been told yes so many times. Sara wondered if those wide eyes really believed because she couldn’t look straight in them anymore. She just blinked and let her sight travel to the door and her mind to their next location, though her hand reached out to him. Bundled in the blanket, he took it, and her heart drummed harder than it had running here.

Time to move on.

(Kills 0) (Apologizes for the sappiness.)

Raina felt livid. At first she was happy and surprised to see her brother and Flloyd but when Naveed snatched her arm and tried to pull her away from helping she got mad. Streak spoke up for her before she could even get her bearings and she was thankful for that. She snatched her arm back from Naveed and put her free one on Streak's side hoping to cool his wound a little. Despite having a normal internal body temp. Raina's skin always seemed to be cooler than the rests. She glared at her brother. "Thanks for coming to get me Navi but I'm not leaving until I know my friends are out." she nodded to Flloyd.

She helped support Streak but knew they'd be running soon. She tried to give him a signal with a squeeze. She had to move fast, Naveed was going to start giving her orders (she didn't know how right she was on that one) and this could soon escalate into a sibling fight.

"You can either wait here, help, or go on without me. But I'm NOT leaving yet without the others. Now that I know where the exit is."

She turned her attention back to Streak. "I don't know how you feel about going back in there, but I'm going to find Sara, I'd feel much better if you came with me." her eyes were almost pleading. She was brave yes- but also very terrified. With that last sentence Raina took off running through the hole looking to find Sara hoping that Streak would be behind her.

Naveed felt a growl emerge low in his throat as the shiny man spouted off at him. He made a mental note to pulverise the kid when Raina wasn't watching. He coudln't be more than 17 or 18.

When Raina jerked away from him he did let out a snarl and took a step back closer to Flloyd. "You would give up your freedom for the same mutants that got you targeted in the first place?" he yelled while she stubbornly looked at him and stood next to the silver man. "I can't let you do that. You need to come with us..."

but he didn't get a chance to say or do anything when Raina took off through the hole.

He let out an angry howl and turned on the nearest guard who - shocked by his size- was picked up and thrown into a wall. Naveed resembled big foot thrashing around now taking out any one in his way- mutant, guard, or half disassembled bots.

He was making quite the scene which prompted some human guards to approach him with tasers. He was oblivious to what else was going on around him and turned his red eyes on them. "Dance" he commanded and sure enough each and every guard within ear shot and looking at him began to dance in their own unique style.

One man was john-travoltaing it circa 1977 and another was doing his impression of a riverdance. Two men danced together a jive and another was doing ballet. Each man looked absolutley horrified. Naveed didn't stop to enjoy the hilarious scene but miandered on through the crowd of escaping mutants toward the hole.

ooc: hehe, little comedy relief. Naveed will stay in the main thread and I'll post with him occasionally but Raina's going to start heading off into side threads now! Good luck everyone!

Flloyd stepped off the bike when the silver man touched Raina. That made his heart skip a beat. But when he removed his shades he saw that the man was just a kid. He stood behind Naveed but it was a protective stance- he let the scene take it's place... as much as he wanted to rush in and just scoop Raina up he'd rather she came with him willingly. He always wanted that. When she took off he could only frown and watch dissaprovingly as Naveed took it out on the many guards that were now coming in close.

Naveed headed toward the hole and Flloyd jumped back up on his bike. He headed him off and reached out his hand. "Come on friend, it's faster this way." he shook his head and hoisted his friend up.

ooc: Flloyd will be floating around pretty much only in this main thread too I'll just post if something of interest comes up. If anyone wants to do a sidebar with him- maybe involving their fears just PM me with an idea.

Lee had left Rupert's office hours earlier after he had turned her collar back on. She knew it would have been incredibly suspicious if he had left it off, since most of the guards at this point knew that it kicked it simply by touching her, but a small part of her had still hoped; that freedom, even after the short time she had been in the camp, had been incredibly nice.

And since her 'chores' for the day had been finished already, Lee had returned to the barracks to think. How was she going to pull this off? Was the breakout going to be successful? What was she going to do and where was she going to go if she got out?

Lee had started sitting on her bunk, her arms wrapped around her knees, but that didn't last too long; that position seemed to have a tendency to make people come and ask if she was alright. So Lee had moved, sitting on the floor beside her bunk, back against the wall. It wasn't all that hidden, but it wasn't nearly as obvious to every single person entering the building, and honestly the floor was not that much more uncomfortable than the bunk had been. And it wasn't as if she could really talk to anyone about it, either. Rupert wasn't supposed to have told her, and she knew he was the inside man. So the fewer people she talked to, the better at that point.

Hours passed, the sun was setting. What was taking so long, Lee wondered. It was happening, right? Rupert hadn't lied to her about it, had he?

No, Lee decided a moment later. He might not like mutants, might not like her, but she didn't think he'd lied. He had been too excited, almost happy, about the whole thing ending. And if he wasn't going to do his part in it, he wouldn't have had the nervous energy and felt the need to tell her.

More time passed and it got dark. Lee must have dozed off a bit despite her plan not to sleep, to be ready. That was her guess when a large explosion caused her to jump awake. It was then, looking into the dark room in front of her, that Lee wondered how she had thought this had been a good idea. The breakout was actually happening, she'd need to fight most likely, and here she was starting to bottom out energy-wise; there hadn't been nearly enough people in the barracks in the last few hours to stop that from happening.

"It's about damn time," Lee grumbled to herself as she slowly climbed to her feet. It was then that she heard a voice speaking further down the row of bunks, closer to the door. Followed by a younger, almost nervously frightened voice asking if she promised that they were getting out of there.

"It's finally started out there?" Lee asked as she walked up to the feline woman and a boy. There was just one thing Lee needed to do before she knew for sure. She needed to know that Rupert had turned the collars off. Glancing down at the boy, Lee gave him a small smile. "Could you let go for just one second?" She asked gently, then looked up at Sara and gave her an apologetic look. "I'm very sorry if I'm wrong about this." With that, Lee reached out her hand at lightly brushed her fingers against Sara's skin.

The touch only lasted three seconds before Lee pulled away. In the first second, she realized that she wasn't getting shocked, Rupert had turned the collars off. The second second she was touching Sara, Lee simply revelled in the feeling of the energy flowing into her, pulling a bit more than was completely normal for her. And even with the increased siphoning, the woman likely wouldn't even feel a thing, though it made a world of difference to Lee. In the third second, Lee pulled her hand back, a wide grin spreading across her face. "We're good to go," Lee told Sara, then turned back to the boy. "And yes, you are getting out of here tonight."

(Just a post to show people where Lee and Sara had disappeared to if they would like to follow. Our writing continues in Senses a must for now.)

Freddie had been a little bored. That was all. Just a little bored. That was his sole reason for trying to get closer to the jaw-dropping action that was hinted at on all the news boards across New York and the US.

Hmmm, how to get closer? The news vans? They probably wouldn't be able to get very close at all until after everything had settled down, right? So who would be closer? Ah, the cops. He could hop a line to the closest cop cars and listen to everything. Maybe even see everything. Cop cars had cameras, right?

So he started his jumping. He hopped down to the phone switching box. Down 911 to the police's emergency line. From here there had to be a way into their radio systems, right? He scouted out, popping into various peripherals he had access to. Bingo. He was in the radio network. And it was busy.

He listened to the chaotic sea of radio signals bouncing back and forth. It wasn't hard to tell where the action was - most of it was centered in one place. So he hopped. He jumped down to William 26, who had just reported he was approaching on backup. ...Meaning that he was approaching, not there yet. It was still just normal road scenes. Police cars do have cameras! He could see the shine of the blue and red lights against the others cars and the buildings. But still, he could do better. So he listened again.

Here we go. Charlie 087 was right there, calling for help. Seemed things were getting pretty hot for him. As long as he stayed in the car it would be all right. If it looked like the car was in danger he could just hop out again.

He made the jump. It was fast, as expected. What it was not was smooth. There was one big bump. What? He had arrived, but he hadn't arrived in a police car radio system. How could he have submitted himself on police radio and not end up in a police radio? He felt around, trying to figure it out. There was no transmitter. Double crap. It was a police scanner! Weren't those illegal? Oh well, too late now. He was in a police scanner. Which meant he was blind. Boring. And more importantly, without a transmitter, he was trapped.

He flailed around for a few seconds, just to try to fight back against the word. Trapped. It wasn't happening. He had nothing. He could turn the receiver off and on. Whoot. That was the limit of his existence while in the police scanner. Oh well. He would at least reform in a car, right? It would probably freak the hell out of the driver, but he would probably be safe. He psyched himself up a little. This could get messy.

Go! He reformed. First thing he noticed - the tingling. The second - he was not in car. The third - he was smack in the middle of a battle, and he knew exactly which one. The fourth - he had just reformed out of a man's back. It took a double take for him to realize it was a man - he was blue and white all over and facing away from Freddie. But it was a man. A man in a superhero costume. You don't see that every day.

"Oh f*** me," was his greeting to the superhero wannabe.

[ooc: Freddie is wearing his three-piece suit, like the picture.]

In the mist of war Deathstar shot clean across the field targeting an officer with a familiar face, the young officer hid behind debris as he uses his sniper rifle taking out camp prisoners. "I see we meet again" she said out loud attracting his attention from the prisoners, Deathstar slow walked toward the officer as her metal bodyweight was hard to carry around. "G...Get!..Get back!" the frightened officer stuttered in fear of Deathstar's metallic appearance, he quickly pulled out a machine gun and opened fire. The bullets ricochet off Deathstar's hard body as she laughed hysterically, she quickly yank the gun out his hand , using the other hand putting death grip around his neck, "I'm.....sorry" the young guard said gasping for air, "Too late" Deathstar replied as her hand squeezed tighter than a pair of pliers. Tears rolled down the guard face as death was a breathe away, but his sympathy didn't play well Deathstar as remembers the torment and verbal abuse he put her through during her stay at the camps. She pulled his face closer to her, and she whispered in his ear, "I told you I would would have my way with you someday, too bad you didn't see it coming, and please do me a favor tell your maker Deathstar sent you" She crushed his neck killing him instantly. "Thats for you Shya" She sees a familiar figure in the corner of her eye, it was someone she hadn't seen in a while Pitbull.

Deathstar made her way to get to him when out of nowhere a shadow bot grabs her from behind tackling her to the ground, "what the..." she said as she desperately tried fought off the powerful shadow bot. The bot had her pinned to the ground using some kind of magnetic device rendering her body useless. "I got to find a way to get to Tricity" She said under her breathe, "but first I gotta get this asshole off me".

Streak looked up and saw the two new mutants get really defensive as he leaned on Raina for support. When she put her hands on his wound it felt immediately cooler. Streak gave a sigh of relief "Ahh." His wound began hurting almost instantly and he felt his strength return more and more the longer she held her hand there. He felt her squeeze him and heard her say, "I don't know how you feel about going back in there, but I'm going to find Sara, I'd feel much better if you came with me." He looked into her eyes and the pleading in them and smiled as much as he could through the pain.

Once she took off and dashed inside he remained just a little bit. He saw the mutant she called Navi flip out after Raina had not done as he said. Streak then decided it was best for him to leave them where they were and dashed through the opening. He was still slower from than Raina was from his injury; however he was doing his best to keep up with her and not lose her if she turned a corner. He eventually caught up to Raina and said as they were running, "Are we looking for anyone special or are we just looking for any mutant we see?" All the running was better for Streak than just standing there because he could take his mind off the wound and he didn't have to worry about it opening up.

(ooc: continued in side thread Still searching (Raina, open))

Geo quickly shook off the tired feeling that came with using his powers at a large level. He looked around as mutants started running through the once filled space where the wall was. Geo approached the gap himself, not running like the others but walking at a steady pace. He didn't want to wear himself out all he had to fight with was his powers, he didn't bring a gun. As he reached the remains of the wall a guard ran from around the corner, a automatic rifle in tow. Geo let out a loud swear that shall remain from this post for the sake of small children that may be standing behind the players. The guard opened fire and Geo threw up one of his rock arms in front of himself, the rock shifted and reshaped itself so that it was a sheild of rock covering himself, Geo started in awe at this trick "Cool," Geo said, when the guard had unloaded an entire clip and went to reload Geo's arm returned to it's normal rock state and Geo unleashed a furious punch with his right hand. A sickening cruch sounded from the man's skull and he fell limp to the ground. A smile formed on Geo's face, that was satisfying, killing humans was just as fun as he dreamed it would be. He ran into the camps not paying much attention to the other resistance members, he searched through the crowds though, he had a specific face he was looking for, he had to find Ted.

Neena kept to the shadow during the assualt, a task made easy by her augmented vision. She easily saw anyone headed in her direction, and avoided them.

<"Didn't realized how much I missed this,"> she thought to herself.

It was already obvious that most of the mutants had discovered their collars and bracelets no long worked, and were taking full advantage of it. Neena frowned slightly. The bloodshed was unnecessary, but not surprising. Beat a dog enough, and eventually he's going to lash back. Maybe one day humanity would learn its lesson. Maybe. Hopefully. Not likely, but hopefully.

Neena shook her head and returned to her task. She make her way between buildings, pausing at each to scan for people, specifically the children. She knew there were a couple teleporters among the younger ones; hopefully once they had already fled and taken some of the other youths with them.

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Once contented with the fact that the kids were either safe or on their way to safety, Neena switched gears. There were several guards that needed a serious talking to, and a bit of corrective punishment.

(OOC: Continued for Neena in Justice is Blind. Nearly. Feel free to join.

Isabel's pursuit of the sound of explosives was momentarily brought to a halt at the visual onslaught that met her when she reached the main area of conflict. Small fires were burning here and there from where explosives had been set off, bodies, or what was left of them, were strewn about in an unceremonious mess, a gaping hole had been blown in the Camp's wall and there were even a handful of tanks that had been brought in. Her admiration for the Order, as well as the other factions they worked with, only grew at the sight of it all. Oh yes, she could already tell there were Order members mixed in with the group. Abyss had been a dead give away. Even in all the chaos, and wearing armor, his sheer size was enough to identify him. Her freedom of this awful place was so close she could just about taste it. A quick sprint to that break in the wall and she'd be out of there. But a hasty retreat had never been Isabel's style. She was a vengeful little brat and with all those bastards in guard uniforms running around and her mutation returned to her, it was far too good of a chance to pass up. Momentarily she wondered when and if the cops would show up. One in particular. That man with one partial lung. The one she'd seen at the Sanctuary, at KP, and again at the Registrations. That was three times he'd crossed her and lived, and she didn't intend for there to be a fourth time for him to walk away from. As another explosion rocked through the building and made the ground rumble, she came back to her senses and stopped taking in the scenery. Standing still was a good way to get herself blown to bits, shot, or torn apart by those Stalker bots. With a surge of energy she hadn't had in ages, she began moving once again, putting herself into the fray that sprawled out before her.

It was positively wonderful to feel that familiar blade sliding from her palm to use at her disposal, it's twin quickly sprouting, though this time instead of remaining a smooth surface, each was promptly covered with large thorn-like protrusions, much as she'd done with her previous spines. It was just so much more satisfying to her angered mind to feel the flesh ripping and tearing against the various points of the weapon, rather than to have it slide smoothly through a person's flesh. As she made her way through the chaotic crowd she was disappointed to predict that she'd have no time to kill as many as she'd wanted, but that wouldn't stop her from wounding anyone she came across. She was also careful of who it was she was pointing those bones at. The last thing she wanted to do was harm a mutant. It was the humans that were her targets. She was actually thankful for the uniforms the guards wore. It made everything so much easier for her. A large grin has found its was back onto her face, that dangerous element never having left as she slashed her way through the people rushing about. She'd decided that the back of the knees was a good point of attack, as it would be painful and would stop her victims from getting back up and moving around. What angry mutant didn't like a sitting duck to toy with? In the least it made their work a little easier. By this point all personal sense of morality had long since gone out the window, and so she doubted many would be opposed to kicking a man while he was down. Or killing a man, in this case. Speaking of killing, it was hardly as satisfying simply to wound. And so Isabel set out looking for a few victims. Preferably ones that she remembered had done her personal harm both mentally and physically.

A few more maimings later, she came upon just such a pair of men. The first was the second escort from earlier, the other one the only man that had survived the mini massacre in the guard barracks that her and Emerald had been involved in. "Hello boys," she greeted, smiling maliciously at the two as she swiftly approached. In one fluid motion she brought one of the thorned swords up and impaled the first guard, the tip of the sword entering his skull just below his chin and exiting at an angle out the top. Twisting her arm violently she brought the body crashing to the ground with a series of sickening pops and cracks. Another harsh twist and his head was ripped from his body, the thorns on the spike of bone disappearing only long enough to allow the skull to slide smoothly off the weapon, leaking blood and brain matter onto the ground. Simultaneously the second blade was sliding back up into her hand only to be replaced by her previously chosen weapons that protruded from her fingers. Turning on the other guard and quickly striking at him, she buryed her hand up under his ribs and wrapped her fingers around his beating lump of a heart. As she began to pull down on the organ she also brought the first sword back up, the bone beginning to spin within her flesh at a rapid pace. Placing it against his stomach she wrinkled her nose as bits of flesh began to fly and she continued to apply pressure both on the blade and on his heart. In a sudden jerk of movement she'd managed to pull out his heart and cut him clean in half, the blade slowing back into immobility as she examined the bloody mass held in her hand. Casually she poked a finger blade into the heart, smiling pleasantly as a stream of blood poured out. Dropping the heart she brushed the bits of skin and organs from the front of her outfit and continued on her way, looking for some more people to play with.

(Kill count: 3)

((Continued in: Not you, Sweetheart.))

With the camps now covered in darkness, Shade was a hard mutant to spot. However if one watched closely, they might have seen him appear once or twice. Shade had kept close to the building in the deepest of the darkness as he worked his way through the mess. There was little need for stealth with the load explosions, high-pitched screaming, and crunching metal. The flash of a moving flashlight from a running guard caused Shade to appear for an instant before vanishing again. Another brillant light show from an exploding rocket showed him moving across the rooftops of one of the buildings before it too disappated allowing him to be consumed by darkness again.

Uninterested by the havok of the outside, Shade unnoticably jumped into the inside of the compound. Only the occasional emergency light glowed to reveal the way to the exit. The rest of the halls were casted in pitch darkness. Perfect cover for the invisible mutant. Seeing a cowering child trying to hide from the horrors of the outside, Shade briefly stepped to the light.

"Kid, you better make for the vehicles. Every mutant is about to escape this hell-hole." The whimpering child offered no response, just a shake of his head before running quickly out of the complex. Continuing down the hallways, Shade again gained his ability to move unseen through the darkness.

(OOC: Kami's gone to help Lee and Sarah)

OOC - Sorry I'm getting here so late...crazy real life stuff...but here we go...prepare to be unimpressed...and if this isn't okay...feel free to delete my late arse.

A hoodie and jeans...that was the best Tarin had been able to do as far as 'battle gear' was concerned. Never in his life had he been a proponent of fighting in order to resolve something, mostly because he stood barely over five foot eight inches tall and couldn't fight his way out of a paper bag. There were times though when it became necessary to step out of ones shell and fight for the things, and people that you loved...even if apparently they hated you at the time. Lee's ring was still in his pocket and as Tarin had followed the other members of the resistance into the camps he hadn't known what to expect. He hoped he'd be able to slip in, find Lee and slip both of them out before anyone had to be hurt too badly.

It was hard to believe that had been such a short time ago and Tarin was wondering if he'd been plumb out of his ever-loving mind to involve himself in something like this. Running, that's what he was doing at the moment, ignoring the scrapes and bruises he'd already acquired as he tried to keep himself from getting killed and find Lee. Slipping slightly and falling to his knees, it didn't take Tarin long to realize he'd fallen in a puddle of blood. Resisting the urge to retch as he saw guards going down left and right as a result of mutant powers Tarin tried to ignore the fact that this blood had come from a body somewhere and turned his head just in time to see a guard approaching.

Shit...shit...shit...there were spirits everywhere by this point, freely released from their bodies and angry at the injustice of the whole thing. It had been nearly impossible to this point to keep them out of his head and finally he stopped trying to in exchange for offering them everything he had and begging for their help.

The flood of images coursing through Tarin's head was every bit as strong as the one the night the assassin had happened upon his shop and brought with him a hoard of victims. This time though, Tarin didn't fight to hold them back, he fed them, irises disappearing completely as he sat back on his heels in the blood and watched as the spirits, completely corporeal now, tore the approaching guard limb from limb.

It was like in Saving Private Ryan and for a moment all of the sound stopped as Tarin took in the carnage that both he and others had caused, he'd just used his powers to intentionally kill a man. A wave of dizziness swept over him and brought him back to his senses in enough time to forcibly cut off the connection he'd made with the spirits who now faded into the night. Tarin sincerely hoped he wouldn't have to do that again...he didn't have the energy...

Climbing to his feet and trying to forget about what it was he'd just done, Tarin staggered slightly and continued to do his best to stay alive while he found Lee. Where had those people in the resistance said the barracks were? Dodging carnage left and right as stoically as he could and praying to the same diety that had allowed him to find Rupert, Tarin made his way into what he hoped was the right direction.

(I think at this point I'm going to join the Sara/Lee Cake thread...Guard Pwnage = 1)