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The stranger didn't make themselves immediately known, but followed in Wendigo's wake at a distance. Though exposed to his fear inducing powers before, The Stranger was not unaffected by them. They could feel the hair on their arms stand on end and a general feeling of an unease. They did their best to focus on the task ahead though. Capture the young Deviants. One they recognized right away, moving away from the bleachers into the middle of the football field, looking completely uncertain of what action to take. With a wave of The Strangers hand, the one called Zach was encased in a tomb of dirt tightly packed so he couldn't move. Only his head was visible so that he could breath. After all they were under strict orders not to kill any of them. One down, The Stranger looked for their next target.

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Isabella walked back at a steady pace, but at this point she began running. "Are you crazy? You're going to get yourself killed. Run!" Glancing back at the jock, or rather the direction from which the voice came from, Isabella slowly rolled her eyes. Sure she was going to get killed, but if she tried to escape, it would give her time to figure out a plan of sorts, though it would also lead the monster to her friends or the area where she was going; hmmm it'd probably be a good thing then.

Hustling to the empty track which was taking her a bit of time on her feet. She had heard of the villainess with her same powers obtaining the ability of flight, but as far as the public knew, she only had electricity as her prowess. Izzy wondered if she could do the same; it would earn her more time to get the monster's attention and she could also draw out more power from the distant electrical boxes from the school. Here she went.

Maneuvering her hands to extract the electrons from both the atmosphere and the nearby electrical poles, concentrating her focus on both projectiles as well as attempting to maneuver in mid air via electricity. She started to float, but fell face forward, tucking her legs towards her chest and stopped on the floor, somewhat scratched up. She regained her stance and threw a numerous round of electrical projectiles as well as electric balls heading towards the beast. At msot they zapped the beast somewhat doing damage, but only increasing in jolts with the amounts of rounds she threw at him.
"I could use some help!!"

One step at a time, Thomas lifted up from the ground knowing full well it would do him no good to stand and watch in fear his friend was mauled by that thing. Scanning the surrounding area of the stadium, it seemed that all of the smart students fled the scene as soon as possible to secure their own safety; so what was he still doing here? The museum revealed that several of his fellow students harbored powers which was an awesome revelation in itself. As far as he knew, he's only been around a few supers on one occasion at a funeral awhile back. To be aware that several people at the game in attendance were all supers to some small or larger degree was a lot to take in. Thomas had been left to wonder what they were capable of after their shared experience and just how dangerous, yet strangely cool all of it was.

Thomas made a run for it in the opposite direction coming to eventually bob and weave through the remaining crowd, every so often he'd bump into another student to wild eyed and frantic to give a damn about where they were going at the time. One in particular he was somewhat familiar with, frankly he never got the chance to thank him. He was sure his name was Charlie, the teleporter who got him out of the museum with his quick thinking. Thomas didn't mean to appear or seem rude as he took his hands to try and shove him out of the way in urgency. In the process, he felt an an odd sensation that he couldn't quite describe, definitely unlike his previous encounter at the museum but he didn't know how to translate it into the words. For a moment, part of him didn't feel like him. For a moment he could have sworn his hand glowed a gold like color but with all of the lights and intense movements from the people present, he dismissed it as nothing but him just seeing things. It's just the adrenaline and fear Thomas. Keep moving. There would be time for sorry later if he himself actually lived through this. Making it through the crowd, Thomas would eventually find himself entering the equipment room inside the locker room area for the players.

Thomas didn't think too highly of sports. If supers were a sport in their own right, Thomas was one of the biggest fans around. He didn't play, nor did he know a whole lot about the rules of throwing a perfect spiral, but he did know about some of the equipment. Eventually, he stumbled upon a long row of the school's signature shoulder pads and helmets. What good would that do against whatever was out there? Probably nothing but it never hurt to be even somewhat prepared. He'd step in front of the first set of shoulder padding gear that he saw, choosing the simple all black design; as if color mattered. Knowing full well he couldn't fight with his hands, he fumbled around the room naturally making as much noise as possible as expensive equipment was tossed to the side frantically in his search.

He didn't realize what was right in front of him, eyeing a set of lacrosse gear in the next row over. Soon Thomas stood before an all white lacrosse stick, helmet, the pair of gloves, and even the balls in the pile of a container.
He didn't realize it as he soon stepped out of the entirety of the equipment room, garbed in an ensemble of mismatched sports equipment that he had been in and out in a short amount of time, the scene still as frantic as ever. "Okay. Okay. Okay. No pressure." He said calmly to himself, as he pressed forward starting into a run.

"I could use some help!!"

Taking one of the balls in hand, he threw it into the net before swinging it back with all of his strength to then fling it right for the back of the beast's head.

As the electric spheres came its way, the monster did its best to evade them, but eventually closed the gap between them. It was no simple task; the times it did get hit were almost enough to induce a bit of paralysis, but he managed to close in just in time to avoid that. Its claws grasped her hands, forcing them down onto the grass as it climbed over her. It was close, close enough that its fear inducement would likely drive her sense of panic to maddening degrees, this overwhelming feeling of helplessness and terror eating away at her mind.

It gazed at her hungrily, a bit of drool slipping from its mouth and onto her cheek. It knew it wasn’t supposed to kill her, and it scorned that fact. It moved its head closer, a long, slender tongue seeping out of its mouth and gracing her neck, tracing up to her ear. “Hungry…” it sounded. Her skin was smooth and pale, moisturized by trickles of its saliva. What a delight it would be: lovely light brown eyes that would have served as a fitting appetizer, a taste of that young, tender flesh viciously torn from her bones. It was maddening to restrain himself, enough so that it was distracted. When a ball met the back of his head, it growled and turned at the source, a brave young lad who it looked forward to rip in two, because—much to his delight—the boy was not on the list of people he needed to spare.

Looking back at the girl it left in an almost petrifying state of terror, the monster struck her head with a firm blow and proceeded to charge at the boy foolish enough to try and attack him.

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Issy had drawn closer to her nightmares: being dead of course or what happened after death, but any who, she had been knocked out by the beast thing. The last thing she had remembered was the thing almost consuming her face, its tongue smearing its saliva on her cheek, then the next--nothing, just dark space.

She had been knocked out, and probably on the head as it hurt slightly after what the monster had done. She laid on the ground, still breathing, but not really moving.

Zach was still in a state of confusion but he snapped out of it when the beast was on the feild. s**t he needed to get moving. But wait, he had been trapped by rocks. So there was a rock powerered villian around here. Zach search and saw a man out of place. He was not panicking with the masses and was likely not a hero as most experienced heroes would fight. He opt to use his power and if it did it cloud thing he would fly over and punch the man who likely was the geokenetic. If it was rock form mabye walk over and punch him. This time his power did the expected. He was a human shaped cloud that soon flew at the man. He would make his hand normal just in time to contact the mans face and back to being like the rest of him light and airy.


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"This way, this way." Roman directed towards some of the left over students doing their best to hide for they feared they wouldn't be able to out run that thing. It turned out to be a good thing Thomas had thrown that ball. Roman's head turned though when he heard a thump and his eyes shifted toward Isabella who hit the track grounds hard. She was definitely unconscious. He could feel his own heart racing, adrenaline pumping wildly with everything going on. It made Roman have a minor flash of being that young child again running home only to be met by the inside of his home looking torn apart like a burglary had just taken place. Little did he know, he would later wish that's all it was. He remembered searching wildly for his parents and his heart raced just like it is now. Seeing blood splatter on the walls as he ran upstairs to their bedroom to see them both....he closed his eyes shaking away the trauma best as he could. He couldn't afford to be distracted like this.

And when he reopened his eyes, red beams of pure heat shot from them upwards into the distance. Because of this he quickly shut his eyes tightly to stop whatever the hell that was. Roman kept them closed for fear the same would transpire again. Slowly, calming himself, he opened his eyes and to his relief began seeing his hands. That was one problem out of the way for now. "What is happening to me?" he still queried however . In all his life never would he have imagined to be a super. And in one night that all had changed.

“Don’t worry! Ricochet will save the day!”

He looked up then snapping back into reality. The sad reality that there was more at stake here tonight. They had something out of Twilight running around knocking people out. But why? There had to be a reason for this madness. Why didn't that wolf thing kill Isabella? Was it because of the many other distractions? What halted it's decision? Many questions ran throughout his mind but one remained constant; taking out the wolf thing and getting them? Okay, maybe not the best idea but it was a..start, right?

He took off his shoulder pads as they were added weight he didn't need and headed down to the track field where Thomas was with Isabella. Seeing him about to try do something really reckless he grabbed him. "Stop! Are you crazy? You don't even look like you know what you're doing. You could kill her if you don't do it right." he said to him, not knowing the boy's true intentions were to use his electrical abilities to shock her back to consciousnesses.

It was all a haze, Ricochet’s sudden impact driving Wendigo back. As he endeavored to get up, he would find himself grasped and teleported up into the sky. He was still there when he saw the beam coming from the boy’s eyes; he was not a target, but he was clearly a super. Perhaps he would inform his superiors once their little task was over. Wendigo let his arms out wide, descending quickly, before landing on his arms and legs. The ground itself made for quite a thump as he landed. At first, he didn’t feel it, but the sensation of pain came soon after, letting out a terrible wailing sound as he collapsed on his chest. It should’ve given them some idea of how durable he was; certainly strong, but not invulnerable, since he didn’t go splat. However, just as any feeling of security could be found, his broken bones repaired themselves, and he slowly began to stand. “RUARGHHHHHH!” he roared. Instead of bothering with the girl he knocked out previously or the idiot who threw a ball at him, he charged straight towards the girl who collided with him previously, eager to settle the score and bite her head off.