Blaze yanked the steering wheel to the left, causing the truck to swerved a full 360. He ducked as the gun آگ کے, آگ reached him. The windows shattered and glass sprayed across the empty seats of the Jeep.
Blaze slammed the door shut and crouched behind the truck, a steel shield. The gunfire ceased a moment as the men reloaded from behind their barricade of overturned cop cars.
"Ruse!" he shouted, tightening the red bandana that served as his mask. The telepath sprinted from his cover of the alley and skidded to his friend's side. "About damn time," Ruse muttered, breathing heavily.
"Traffic," Blaze responded, drawing his Glock. Both boys ducked as the gunfire started up again and مزید glass spilled onto them. "Lot of ammo they got," the Brit observed.
"You're telling me," his companion replied. "Where's Silver?"
"Trying to get closer to Magistrate's minions."
"Then what do we do?"
"Help." The Brit stood and fired widely at the barricade, hoping to keep the devil-masked men from noticing the dark figure on the roof inching closer through the shadows.
Immunity twisted her hands, trying to free them from the wire that held her thin wrists together. The effort proved useless, gaining her nothing but the feeling of her own blood spilling from the resulting cuts and into her hands.
She turned her glittering blue eyes to the burly masked man who was firing at the opposing truck. Immunity hadn't seen the vehicle pull up herself from her position behind the overturned car, but from the wild screech of the tires -painful for her sensitive genetically modified ears-, the trapped girl assumed (and prayed) it had been the barbaric driving of her reckless leader.
The goon closest to her, one of five, crouched a moment to reload his gun. He glanced at his captive and she could sense the lustful grin under his mask. She glared at him and opened her mouth to quote a spiteful remark, but was interrupted سے طرف کی the BAM-BAM-BAM of return آگ کے, آگ opposite the barracked.
The degenerate growled and stood, only to be knocked back down سے طرف کی a boot to the back. A black-clad teenager with a long fair braid stood in his place. Silver gave her teammate a small wave before shouting through her cowl, "DOWN!"
The winged 17-year-old ducked aside as Silver swung a high kick at another devil-masked-thug. His gun clattered to the ground, the sound lost in the volley of the firefight. Silver sprung at him, fist connecting with his jaw, then rolled to the asphalt. The closest goon pointed his AK-47 at her, but the teen launched a چھری into his knee just as he pulled the trigger, causing him to howl in pain and آگ کے, آگ wildly, giving her enough time to sweep him off his feet and knock him out.
Immunity screamed as a meaty hand gripped her hair and yanked her to her feet. The thug wrapped an arm around her waste as she struggled.
"Im!" her teammate shouted. Silver lunged at the henchman, but was yanked back سے طرف کی the last goon. She froze as she noticed not only the shrill of approaching police cars -back up for the ones who had been defeated- but also the pounding of thunder. Not thunder, rotors. She looked up as the wind began to whip into a tornado.
A chopper was beginning to lower toward them. The teen gasped as a rope ladder was tossed down and the goon who was holding Immunity raised a hand and snatched the hanging ladder, setting one boot on the rung.
"No!" the blonde shouted, the protest lost in the whipping wind. Silver struggled against the hold of her captor. She watched as the goon slung her teammate over his shoulder and began to climb the ladder. "Im! Let me-!" something was shoved into the small of her back and threads of electricity traveled over her body. Silver's eyes widened as a buzzing pain flooded her body, then every muscle went numb. The goon released her, allowing her to fall to the pavement, and raced to the ladder that was already rising.
"Silver!" someone yelled, though it sounded as though it came from the other end of a tunnel. She watched the helicopter rise, a fuzzy black alien object in her blurry vision. A figure ran her way, then was engulfed in مالٹا, نارنگی light, and flew into the air after it.
"Silver?" the hazy voice repeated. The last word she heard before her vision went black and all sound and feeling receded.
Blaze slammed the door shut and crouched behind the truck, a steel shield. The gunfire ceased a moment as the men reloaded from behind their barricade of overturned cop cars.
"Ruse!" he shouted, tightening the red bandana that served as his mask. The telepath sprinted from his cover of the alley and skidded to his friend's side. "About damn time," Ruse muttered, breathing heavily.
"Traffic," Blaze responded, drawing his Glock. Both boys ducked as the gunfire started up again and مزید glass spilled onto them. "Lot of ammo they got," the Brit observed.
"You're telling me," his companion replied. "Where's Silver?"
"Trying to get closer to Magistrate's minions."
"Then what do we do?"
"Help." The Brit stood and fired widely at the barricade, hoping to keep the devil-masked men from noticing the dark figure on the roof inching closer through the shadows.
Immunity twisted her hands, trying to free them from the wire that held her thin wrists together. The effort proved useless, gaining her nothing but the feeling of her own blood spilling from the resulting cuts and into her hands.
She turned her glittering blue eyes to the burly masked man who was firing at the opposing truck. Immunity hadn't seen the vehicle pull up herself from her position behind the overturned car, but from the wild screech of the tires -painful for her sensitive genetically modified ears-, the trapped girl assumed (and prayed) it had been the barbaric driving of her reckless leader.
The goon closest to her, one of five, crouched a moment to reload his gun. He glanced at his captive and she could sense the lustful grin under his mask. She glared at him and opened her mouth to quote a spiteful remark, but was interrupted سے طرف کی the BAM-BAM-BAM of return آگ کے, آگ opposite the barracked.
The degenerate growled and stood, only to be knocked back down سے طرف کی a boot to the back. A black-clad teenager with a long fair braid stood in his place. Silver gave her teammate a small wave before shouting through her cowl, "DOWN!"
The winged 17-year-old ducked aside as Silver swung a high kick at another devil-masked-thug. His gun clattered to the ground, the sound lost in the volley of the firefight. Silver sprung at him, fist connecting with his jaw, then rolled to the asphalt. The closest goon pointed his AK-47 at her, but the teen launched a چھری into his knee just as he pulled the trigger, causing him to howl in pain and آگ کے, آگ wildly, giving her enough time to sweep him off his feet and knock him out.
Immunity screamed as a meaty hand gripped her hair and yanked her to her feet. The thug wrapped an arm around her waste as she struggled.
"Im!" her teammate shouted. Silver lunged at the henchman, but was yanked back سے طرف کی the last goon. She froze as she noticed not only the shrill of approaching police cars -back up for the ones who had been defeated- but also the pounding of thunder. Not thunder, rotors. She looked up as the wind began to whip into a tornado.
A chopper was beginning to lower toward them. The teen gasped as a rope ladder was tossed down and the goon who was holding Immunity raised a hand and snatched the hanging ladder, setting one boot on the rung.
"No!" the blonde shouted, the protest lost in the whipping wind. Silver struggled against the hold of her captor. She watched as the goon slung her teammate over his shoulder and began to climb the ladder. "Im! Let me-!" something was shoved into the small of her back and threads of electricity traveled over her body. Silver's eyes widened as a buzzing pain flooded her body, then every muscle went numb. The goon released her, allowing her to fall to the pavement, and raced to the ladder that was already rising.
"Silver!" someone yelled, though it sounded as though it came from the other end of a tunnel. She watched the helicopter rise, a fuzzy black alien object in her blurry vision. A figure ran her way, then was engulfed in مالٹا, نارنگی light, and flew into the air after it.
"Silver?" the hazy voice repeated. The last word she heard before her vision went black and all sound and feeling receded.
Alias: Spectrum and Holcate
Powers: Healing, like their father, and flight, minus the wings, telekinesis
Costume/civvies Civvies: Both teens wear jeans, and black converse, but Eliezer wears a white t-shirt and Cole wears blue. Costume: All black and a cloak.
Past: Being the twins of Jack and Alex Michels, both teens grew up happily. Until their mother was struck sick. Of course, she lived. It was a rough journey. Both teens were sent back to prevent anything that could caused her to become sick.
Other: Both teens know of the School but haven't come in contact with them.
-They're very protective of each other.
-Hate anything to do with the School, and Cadmus.
-While Eliezer can tell آپ anything and everything about the Holocaust, Cole, has the same disorder as Jack, not being able to put face with names.
