2007-10-16: Farewell, my Ragtime Gal

Starring:

Mandy_icon.gif Jeremiah_icon.gif Cam_icon.gif Mariska_icon.gif Nadia_icon.gif AJ_icon.gif Claire_icon.gif Brian_icon.gif Micah_icon.gif

Guest-Starring:

Niki_icon.gif

Summary: The Amazing Magma performs in Central Park, only to be murdered unexpectedly. As Mandy and Jeremiah tear their way through the crowd, someone doesn't make it, and someone else is taken captive…

Date It Happened: 16 OCTOBER 2007

Farewell, my Ragtime Gal


Central Park, NYC

Mandy, Jeremiah, Cam, Mariska, Nadia, Aidan, Claire, Brian, Micah, Niki

It's a cool night in Central Park. Signs are set up almost everywhere, with colourful ballons and banners announcing the presense and amazing…ness off the great Amazing Magma. The crowd is fairly large, mostly because the event is free, and people drift in and out of the show area regularly. Nothing's started yet, but Magma's setting up on the stage. She's a beautiful woman, Native Hawaiian by the look of it, with dark reddish skin and black hair, wearing a bright green dress.

The lights around the stage are minimal. Said stage is set up in the center of a grassy area, so that people can stand all around it, which gives a great view of what's going on. There isn't much on the stage except for a box covered in a shawl of some kind, some of Magma's aides, and the lady herself, who is waiting patiently for the appointed start time to arrive. With the sun already gone, the area isn't particularly well-lit, and there's just enough light to see by.

There is one person lurking in the crowd, someone close to the stage, but not yet beyond the safety rails that security's set up through the day. Mandy Larson, recognisable if one's really looking, though undescript, wearing a jacket and sunglasses. It looks like she's just waiting with the rest of the crowd!

—-

There is someone with her, though he is waiting in silence on the opposite side of the crowd, eyes on the goings on. Jeremiah Richards stands where he can see Mandy from across the shoulders of the attendees, and she can very likely keep track of him from where she stands waiting. He is less like his pictures, having trimmed his hair even shorter, and grown a fuller beard to counteract those unique cheekbones. The man has on his familiarly long coat, with a scarf tugged over the collar and dark gloves on his hands.

—-

Cam, of course, couldn't pass up a show like this, especially since it's free. Running, he comes in from the direction of the East Side. He slows as he gets to the crowd, zig-zagging through it to make his way to near the front of the audience, and stops when he's near enough to the stage that he has a good view of what's going on. Somewhere along his way through the crowd he picked up a package of M&M's, which he opens as he settles in to watch.

—-

Unable to resist the lure of free entertainment on what may very well turn out to be one of the last seasonable nights of the year, Mariska has insinuated herself somewhere in the midst of the crowd (conveniently near young Cam) gathered and waiting for the magic show to begin. She's clad in a warm wool coat, her hands jammed deep into the pockets, and every so often she'll sweep her green-eyed gaze out across the myriad unfamiliar faces, perhaps in the hopes of serendipitously spotting a certain dark-haired, blue-eyed girl. The Russian manages to comb over both Mandy and Jeremiah, though recognition hasn't dawned just yet…

—-

After classes, Nadia detoured to Central Park. It's been a nice day, and sometimes it's just best to study out in the sun. Once the light began to wane, she took off to break for dinner.. and now that it's getting darker? It's time to pack it up for home. Detouring through the park where the show is set up, her steps slow some. A hand holds tight to the strap of the bag heavy with books that rests over her shoulder. Well.. since her roommate is ill, and the apartment's been a little lonely. Why not stick around and watch a little of the show?

—-

The show promises to be interesting. It's not generally Aidan's thing, but his brother had heard about this, so he came to check it out and let him know what he saw. While it's not really his cup of tea, the festivities are generally enjoyable to Aidan, since he loves being around lots of people. To him, it's just another day in the park, with lots of people. Alongside him are a pair of his roommates out to actually see the show for themselves. They're a strange bunch on occasion. "Rebecca, stop dragging me along, we're in no hurry." Aidan laughs as she continues tugging him and the other roommate along.

—-

Looking for something to do in order to sort through the dozens of thoughts going through her mind since receiving unpleasant news from Cass, Claire took off sometime between getting back to the motel where her family's been staying and now. After a couple hours of just hanging around, the girl with her prettily curled blonde hair makes her way into the park and — more importantly, perhaps — towards the huge number of people gathered. Because at least the park is something to do.

With her hands tucked into the pockets of her swanky black hip-length trench coat with just her thumbs hung over those pockets' edges, the Bennet girl walks around the perimeter of the crowd and tries to see what's going on without getting too deep into the mass of bodies gathered for the show. Denim bootleg jeans, black ankle-length boots, black and white check ladies fadora with a black band and silk rose… she's done her part to make sure she blends in with the New York scene.

—-

New to the city, he has no place else to be. Brian heard little rumors about a magic show at the park, might as well go. Better than sitting in his hotel room all day waiting to nail an apartment. The young man is dressed in a wife beater and a pair of jeans. Aviators and a brown baseball hat that says 'shoreline' adorn his head. A big gym bag is slung over one his thick shoulders as he weaves through the crowd. The young man sticks to the back of the crowd, while his eyes are fixed on the beautiful Hawaiian woman.

—-

It's a strange sight for sure to see Micah out in Central Park without either parental unit as an escort. But here he is. And it seems he has some company with him. Three others to be exact. Two seem to be his age, one a little older. Maybe that's their chaperone. Regardless, the children are approaching the area where the show is set to take place. "I hear her tricks are totally amazing!" one of the kids says, almost skipping along.

—-

The goal: Cause some serious destruction. Scare as many people as possible. Kill some, make people realise that no matter where they go, they'll never be safe anywhere as long as these people are on the loose. And they'll always be one step ahead.

But appealing to fear is something that will have to wait for now. They'll never catch anyone off-guard if they march onto the stage before the show starts. Mandy researched the performer, showed the results to Jeremiah, and the optimal time to start is after the show commences.

Which it does, eventually. Without an introduction, Magma raises her arms to the sky, and instantly, the immediate area is full of a Northern-Lights-like aura, green in colour that almost matches her dress. This aura dances for awhile around the stage, before pictures start to form within it, somewhere above the crowd. No matter where you stand, you will be able to see, so crane your neck, lovelies, and look to the sky.

A story is told in pictures alone, one that children might easily recognise. Deer, eerily accurate in their green three-dimensional glory, begin to tell the story of Bambi. The birth of the fawn in the Thicket introduces the mother and her child.

—-

Jeremiah has time to spare, and so he cranes back his head like the rest of the crowd. It's really about time to simply play the waiting game and prepare for any signals from Mandy.

—-

Cam looks up at the sky as the show starts, softly saying as his eyes widen a little, "Whoa…" He eats a handful of the candies as he watches, amazed by the presentation if not the story being shown.

—-

And so, the show begins. Like almost everyone else, Mariska is compelled to crane her neck and peer up overhead at the story told in aurora. (The pickpockets present ought to have a field day with this sort of opening!) But, still… it's a beautiful display and it brings a small smile to the Russian woman's lips. She'll even 'ooh' and 'ahh' with the rest of the audience for the sake of faking normalcy.

—-

Keeping hold of her bag, Nadia blends in with the crowd of those watching the show. A smile is made towards Micah and his group of friends. (What? Kids are adorable. She just doesn't want any. Yet.) Then her attention is back on the magic show. Even though she lives with someone who has an ability, the Italian is oblivious to such things, or that there are two dangerous escapees in the crowd.

—-

As the story begins in the sky, Aidan's eyes light up. "Beccs, look up!" He says, smiling brightly. As she does so, she squeals like a child about it. Both Aidan and his other roommate just shake their heads about it. Despite her actions, he continues to watch with a happy little smile. His brother will definately want to see her when he gets a chance to, somewhere.

—-

As the show commences, Claire picks her hands out of her pockets and then folds her arms over her stomach. Her blues eyes, framed by a smudge of dark eyeliner and mascara, drift upwards. Soon, her whole head is left to just kinda loll backwards and hang there carelessly. Yeah, this was definitely what she needed, she muses to herself. Something to help get her mind off of things for a while. To forget. To be normal. To… Oh, hey! That's Bambi up there! That's awesome. Despite herself, the corners of Claire's mouth start to tug upward, and the worried little creases in her forehead that she's been sporting since late this afternoon begin to fade away.

—-

As beautiful they may be, Brian has always been somewhat more of a people person. Fireworks are only interesting if your girlfriend's head is on your shoulder when watching them, marvelous sights are only great when someone is with you to share that memory. Brian is out here alone so the sights of the show don't really catch him that much. Brian is more distracted by the people in the crowd. A cute blonde girl, a couple kids, more attractive women… Brian grabs the strap of his bag and looks around quietly. Maybe it was a mistake to come, alone, its going to be boring. The young man starts to edge to the outside of the crowd. Maybe watch a little bit of it.. Brian pauses before leaving.

—-

"Look! She's doing Bambi!" One of the boys with Micah exclaims, as the group mixes into the crowd. Micah glances up above the stage, a smile on his face and curls bouncing as he laughs. His mom will kill him when she finds out he snuck away, but this is totally worth it. And he's not totally alone. Frank's older brother is here with them.

—-

And so it goes on. Bambi learns of the forest, of life, meets friends and has his own trials. It snows, and the winter is harsh, and then the show reaches the moment that everyone dreads. New grass, Bambi! The spring is coming! But wait. What's this that the young deer's mother senses? Her head goes up, she looks around, and the deer - silent - begin to run.

At the height of this scene, Central Park is punctuated by a scream, then a thud, as the Amazing Magma falls to the stage. Those closest will hear the awful sizzling of acid against skin, and note that the woman's eyes are wide open and staring. She's dead.

That, Jeremiah, would be the signal.

And beyond that, there's really no directive. By the time people look down to see what's going on, Mandy will be jumping off the stage, pushing through the crowd, putting her hands on anyone she can reach. Pain will follow for anyone who meets with that acid touch. She is non-discerning, attacking children and adults alike; at one point, she comes near enough to touch Cam if he doesn't get out of the way.

—-

Down goes Bambi's mother, and down goes the Amazing Magma. Jeremiah expected her to be channeling Pele anyway, not the Northern Lights. He'll be taking his disappointment out on everyone now. One of his gloved hands lifts, sweeping out to his side and into the crowd of people nearest his right. Blood sprays against the air following his arc, and more screams join those of the people Mandy encounters with her acidic touch. Some get cut worse than others, but a second sweep of his other hand makes sure almost everyone to his right gets something to remember him by. One man is already on the ground, clutching helplessly at his neck as blood leaks down around his fingers and onto the ground.

—-

Cam blinks at the scream, his eyes going down to the fallen and no-longer-so-Amazing Magma. Then he just stares, even as the screaming starts in the crowd. The boy's obviously never seen a dead body before. And he's still standing there as Mandy's hand brushes his shoulder, just a glancing touch. But it's enough. Crying out in pain as he's knocked from his shock over the woman's death, he falls to the ground, M&M's scattered as he reaches for his shoulder with his other arm. A layer of frost appears suddenly, covering his shoulder… not that it seems to help much.

—-

Too good to be true. As the chaos begins to ensue, Mariska's eyes fall from the sky and attempt to sort through the panicked crowd in order to spy where the danger lies. It's not hard to find. Aw, come on!! Seriously?! Is she wearing a homing beacon or something??! As the ever-acidic Mandy literally burns and Jeremiah literally cuts a path through the crowd, Mariska instinctively makes a grab for the unescorted Cam in an attempt to keep the boy out of harm's way — too late! The lad goes down and the Russian woman almost hisses in retort to Mandy's callous indiscrimination. She's quick to try and gather the boy up and bolt for the sort of safety that might be found in the fleeing fringes.

—-

Nadia has a smile on her face as she's distracted by Magma's storytelling and special effects. It's been /years/ since she saw anything like this. Probably since before her parents divorced. And just as she's getting into the event, the woman drops with a scream. "What in the /hell/?" Her hands are already plunging into her bag to find her cellphone. "Shit, shit, it's never within reach in this bag. Someone call 9-1-1!" For all she can tell from here, Magma has had a heart attack or similar. When she looks up, phone in hand and sees the ensuing carnage.. That's .. not normal. Maybe if her father had let her in on some of the family business, she might be prepared to see a little violence in action. Nadia doesn't lose her head though, she's regaining her senses and starts punching 9-1-1 into her phone.

—-

The scream brings Aidan's attention to the stage. His eyes widen as he tries to see what happened, but he's too far away. That's when more screaming starts and Aidan looks to his roommates. "I think it would be time to leave. Something's going wrong, but I can't see what." He says, biting his lip. Of course, he's only just discovered that he's not the only one with something special, so that's the furthest thing from his mind right now. But being who he is, he can't leave just yet. He has to know what's going on. In such a case, he's moving the wrong way. He has a bad habit of moving towards things rather than away. Stupid curious dancer. He'll probably start running as soon as he sees something, but he can't help himself. He has to know. That's when he sees what's going on up front and he freezes. Not literally, but he stops, unsure what to do. He knows he should be able to do something, but what is beyond him. So, instead, he simply stares.

—-

Oh. My. God. Claire stares with wide eyes as the chorus of terror begins, horrified beyond measure for a good few moments. Finally, something in her snaps into clarity amongst the screams. Or maybe it's Nadia's scream in particular that drags the blonde teenager back out of her shock. People are getting hurt. Backing up towards a tree, Bennet extracts something very, very important. She pulls out her cellphone and hits one of the keys and then 'Send' without ever tearing her eyes away from the people responsible for doing this. Instead, as it starts to ring, she stands and waits. Dad has his flaws — Doesn't everybody? —but he'll know what to do. C'mon, Dad. Pick up. Why is it ringing so much?

—-

He's always been a creature of fast reaction. When anything in his life ever hinted something of danger was coming, he was always the first to spring into action. Always the first to react, the first to try to protect. Maybe it was because he watched too many movies and always wanted to be the hero. But for some reason he had always been that way.. So it puzzles him that once the screaming and mayhem begins that he stands completely still. As if his shoes were glued to the ground… But then.. it hits him. His duffle bag drops to the ground. Brian takes a few steps back, if anyone was watching, they'd see three naked men pop up and out from Brian. But who could notice such a thing in the midst of such mayhem? The duffle bag is unzipped and the three newly arrived Brians are quickly clothing themselves as hastily they can. As for the original Brian, he marks himself a beacon for the crowd. "Over here! Run this way, this way! This way!" Flagging his arms up and down, Brian tries to direct the fleeing traffic, sometimes physically grabbing and pushing those rushing away from the onslaught.

—-

Micah claps lightly as the show progresses. "This is sooooo cool." he says, tossing grins to the other boys with him. But they are more mesmerized than Micah is. The older boy seems to have drifted off to flirt with some girls on nearby benches. As he turns his attention back to the stage, the scream pierces his ears. What the hell…..oh, this can't be good. "Frank. Corey. Run. Now!" he says sharply to his friends who immediately try to bolt. But the crowd around them is so tight that they can barely move. Fear is evident in Micah's eyes as he glances around for anyone who might have a cell phone hanging from their belt. All he needs is a quick touch of the casing.

—-

In a crowd of darkness, there are things that stand out. People. Blonde hair is like a beacon in this night, and Mandy heads for it. Still, brown eyes glance backward as she senses the chill, notes that fine layer of ice covering the boy's shoulder. Perhaps the Company will take him, lock him up in Level Five for being a danger. That would be such a triumph; after all, the prison that is the Company does need to fill up its ranks.

There are police in the crowd, as Mandy discovers as she presses her hand into the chest of one. Oops, forgot about them! That's okay, though… She's got a little radio clamped to her collar, which she uses to call Jeremiah. "Hey, police are here. Might wanna get rid of them first of you can."

And then, a roadblock. Aidan is standing in her way. Mandy reaches out for the boy, looking beyond him and toward the blonde target - Claire. Ah, cellphones. Police are already here, but there's no reason to alert more authorities, aye?

New screams erupt as naked men appear on the scene. As if the pain wasn't enough, now they have STREAKERS. Wonderful. At least the guys will get a wide berth as they dress… People are more concerned with getting out of the way.

Mandy attempts to give Aidan an acid-enforced shove, to push past him, to get to Claire.

—-

Jeremiah has made quick work of his other side now, aiming for legs and knees and cutting up whoever may fall rather than outright pursue. He only moves after the flight when he hears Mandy's voice by his head, hands sweeping to clear a path for himself. He's spattered rather nicely, as are those on this side of the crowd. It almost seems like there is a crimson haze floating through the air.

The first uniform that Jeremiah sees, he makes no pause in cutting down with a jagged tear across the torso. It is no longer simply blood that seeps into the grass, the downed officer barely letting out strangled noises as he clutches the hole in his side from the ground. Once he goes down, that path behind the officer opens up and gives the dripping Jeremiah an eagle's eye view of another woman clutching a phone to her ear. Nadia, of course. The man cuts right through the opening in the crowd(literally), heading for the outskirts and Nadia, eyes open for any more rogue phonecalls. The police likely have radios, but it is much more simple to concentrate unnatural anger on someone that in fact looks to be guilty of calling for help.

—-

Cam, as Mariska helps him up, seems to get ahold of himself somewhat. Tears streak down his face, and he's leaning on her to stay up, but he manages to keep up as they make a run for it. More ice, a very thin layer still, forms on his shoulder as he instinctively tries to fight the burning with cold.

—-

There's no time to waste. These two goons are bad news and Mariska's already intimately acquainted with their carnage-filled agenda. Best to get the innocent folks out of the way first; back-up from the Company never seems to make it in time. She'll initiate proper protocols when she's gotten cool Cam into the care of someone that might be able to see him safely home or — Jesus Christ! Jeremiah's tearing into the cops like a butcher seeing to sides of beef! Hovering next to a large tree, Mariska looks down at the boy by her side and says, "Stay here. Don't let them see you." Her accent can't help but make her words sound almost sinister.

—-

Ordinarily, Nadia would notice three naked men. What? She's a healthy college student, even with a hot, hot boyfriend who's in the mob. But.. it's just not the time for such things. Phone to her ear, she waits for emergency services to pick up. Seriously.. hold music? What the hell tax dollars! "Oh my freaking GAWD." A few swears in Italian are uttered as she waits for a 911 operator.. and.. was that a cop she just saw? They're already here? "Nice job officer!," she yells with sarcasm as she turns around and sees the officer fall. Her eyes widen as the man just sort of split open and gushed blood. Without a blade to slice him up. The phone drops from her hand as she stares in shock at what's going on around her. Just in time to see Jeremiah heading in her direction.

—-

A dancer's body has to be perfection. A dancer's body must be kept undamaged and blemish free in the most crucial areas. Fortunately, the shove was NOT in a crucial area for that, but it still hurts like hell, and leaves Aidan in pain. His eyes alight with it as he screams along with some of the others. "What the hell did you do to me?" He shouts as he falls. Then he remembers what Adam told him. There are others like him out there. Others who do things they shouldn't. And in that moment, he does something he's never done before. He actively attempts to use his abilities on another person on purpose. "You can't hurt anyone if you can't move." He growls under his breath as he pushes, trying to make her feet too sticky, so they won't separate from the ground. Whether he gets it right or not, well, that's anybody's guess. He's still learning how to activate them. He could make them slick and send her sliding, or he could have done it to someone else without realizing it. He folds his arms over his stomach as he glares from the ground, maintaining eye contact as he pushes that little spot in his mind.

—-

As the ringing continues, Claire looks puzzled for a moment. Noah, you see, always picks up. Usually by the second ring. Sometimes, it's taken to the fourth ring. Not really paying attention to her surroundings as she tries to figure out why this is taking so long. But then? Then the reason for the extraordinarily long delay makes itself known. There is no small amount of surprise in her voice as she pauses and then asks, "Zach?" CRAP. MISDIAL. Hope he doesn't pay attention to the gratuitous amounts of screaming. She turns her back on the scene behind her and hunches over, trying to mute the sound. "I'm… gonna have to call you right back."

—-

Naked Team-assembled! The streakers soon are each clothed. Mostly. One Brian wasn't getting dressed as fast as the others and only managed to get a pair of jeans on. One Brian has a suit jacket and a pairt of gym shorts. The third managed to get a shirt and jeans and miraculously, boots. The other two slightly less dressed give him dirty looks as they all stand up and asses the situation. "Shit! Police down." Says the shirtless Brian. "Ok.. ok.. Guns. Guns. Guns." He repeats to himself as if that helps. His grey eyes shoot the other way. There's the lady causing pain, headed for the cute blonde girl! "Shit." Two Brians start sprinting for Claire and Mandy. The lead one sprints as fast as he can for Mandy. Lowering his shoulder the man intends to deliver a punishing football hit on the woman. The Brian slightly behind him starts yelling at Claire, "Hey, Go!Go!GoGo! Run!" He's a very articulate young man.

The remaining two Brians have a different agenda. Shirtless starts making his way through the fringes of the crowd towards a downed officer while the one wearing the wife beater makes his way towards Nadia and Jeremiah.

—-

Frank and Corey manage to find a way out of the crowd and bolt for open park acreage. Frank's older brother, however, appears to have run into the crowd to search at the wrong time. His melted body is spotted by Micah's dark eyes. "Oh no…" he whispers, desperately scanning the area. There has to be something he can do. And then he spots it. The row of colored lights and one HUGE spotlight. Think Micah…light's are controlled by a circuit board. Overload…yeah, that might work.

Micah starts to make his way through the crowd, towards the stage. If his mom were here he'd be dragged the other way. /Away/ from danger. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Nadia. SCORE! She's got a cell phone handy too. Helm, plot intercept course for that phone! His young legs pump as he weaves towards Nadia and outstretches a hand just so his fingertips graze the cover of the phone as it drops. On the display, one would see 'MESSAGE SENT' displayed briefly.

—-

Whoops. Apparently Mandy is a gumshoe or something tonight, because as she attempts to take a step, she finds that one of her feet is stuck to the ground. "You little shit," she says randomly, to whomever happens to hear her. She's familiar with the use of abilities where she recognises one if she sees it, and this shows all the classic signs! Giving her foot a tug does nothing, and it seems that Aidan might be the hero of the day, until…

The formerly naked Brian copy runs into her and sends her sprawling— Effectively freeing her, yes, but not without a few bumps and bruises. She rolls into a tree, and hateful eyes open on the man who slammed her. He'll be feeling that, unfortunately. It's not just her hands that have that acidic touch, and the melting hole in her sleeve where he contacted her will attest to that.

"Thanks," she says with a wicked smile. Pushing herself to her feet is slow, but the necessity of stopping whatever call Claire is making has her moving as quickly as possible. Can't keep a good fugitive down!

—-

As the phone hits the ground below, Jeremiah's lips curl into a thin smile. Then there's a boy that appears from the side of his vision, but Micah is literally paid no mind as Jeremiah swings back his hand and plunges it through the air again from only a man's length away. A long, jagged, searing cut opens up Nadia's thigh, rocketing diagonally up and across her chest and shoulder. The fresh arc of blood that jumps from the wound is enough to douse Jeremiah's front as well as Micah nearby.

—-

Cam's eyes are wide as he looks back up to Mariska, full of fear, but he nods a little, "O..Ok." He sits down against the tree, looking around at the chaos. As soon as Mariska is turned away, though, he starts to pull himself back to his feet.

—-

Now naively certain that Cam won't be darting back out into harm's way, the Russian woman leaves the lad by the tree and then tosses herself back out into the fray. Mandy seems to have her hands full and that suits Mariska just fine; she's got a score to settle with Jeremiah, after all, and now seems about as good a time as any to even the odds. She wastes no time in closing the distance and, in fact, she cheats — folding space so that her next step places her directly within arm's reach of the psychic slasher. «Hello again, asshole.»

—-

The rush of blood through Aidan's system as he caused the sticky area makes him flush with redness. He begins to smile at doing something right for a change. That is, until the formerly naked one crashes into her with enough force to loosen her from his hold. He mutters a curse under his breath as his blood flow goes back to normal. He picks himself up from the ground slowly as he holds his damaged side. But he knows it's possible now. He can actually be helpful. Turning around, he begins trying to run away, only to see… that kid. The kid from the comic shop. His eyes broaden as he starts to run towards him. Well, not run per se, more like limping quickly. Fortunately, the woman who hit him is distracted by someone else. Maybe he can… Too much is going on. That's when he sees the woman with the sliced stomach and he winces. He shakes it off, continuing to move towards Cam to try to keep the kid safe. Kids are always more important. However, he does try that other pressure… the slick side of things, pushing it towards the man that seems to be causing damage. He tries to make the ground beneath him to slick to stand on. However, once again, with his distraction it may not work. But it slows the blood flow in himself, causing himself to chill as he approaches the kid, "You ok?" He calls out, continuing to hold his bleeding side.

—-

Completely caught up in her little world of Misdialed Wonder by a large oak tree, Claire proves why it is that she is entirely unprepared to be a full agent at the Company — even if she wanted to. The stranger that is Lead Brian is yelling at her to run, and she just looks at him for a second and points at her cell. Um, ON THE PHONE HERE. She turns away again. I mean, everyone's running. She's on the periphery and hiding her phone. Surely, no one is paying attention to the blonde who is dressed mostly in black. "Zach, I promise. I have to call my Dad, right now. It's kinda an emergency." C'mon, Zach. Now is not the time to be insistent in your concern.

—-

"Unh! Bitch!" Comes the cry from the Brian who dealt the blow to Mandy. A moment of triumph before the young man drops to his knees, and his face distorts. His eyes go to his shoulder where his skin is currently sizzling. His eyes go wide before he lets out a cry of pain. "Bitch!" His eyes go to the other Brian with him. "Get some shovels and let's beat her ass!" He cries out, his fists clenching as he tries to deal with the searing pain in his shoulder. The other Brian looks to Claire who is not running, and then to Mandy who is intent on going to Claire. Shit. He rushes towards Claire this time (mind you this is the Brian dressed in gym shorts and the suit jacket) still screaming at her to run. Hopefully he can get there before Mandy.

"Holy shit." Comes the exclamation as Jeremiah rips into Nadia. Meanwhile ShirtlessBrian is getting battered through the fleeing masses as he tries to get to the torn apart police officer. Got to distract him. This Brian hesitates, as the pain he senses from his copy on the other side of the park and the vision of people getting torn apart by.. nothing.. well. He can think about these things later, or when he's dead…possibly. Brian rushes to Nadia, he takes in that a woman is now dealing with Jeremiah. Good. He falls on one knee next to Nadia, "Calm down, shh, shh," He tries to hush. "Can you stand? If not, I'll carry you out of here, ok?" Brian tries to say soothingly to the woman. His grey eyes flash up to Micah. "Hey, buddy, you need to stay with me, ok? Stay behind me. I'm not going to let anyone get you, just stay close, alright?" Brian asks hastily of the kid as he tries to make eye contact with the boy.

—-

What the…"Groooossss!" Micah grumbles as he's doused with blood, completely ignoring Brian's request. Do you know what his mom paid for these clothes, too? Well, ok….probably not much, but that's not the point. Speaking of points, stick to the plan Micah. "Outta the way." he shouts, weaving in and out of whatever people are still standing or the bodies on the ground. It's hard trying to keep his footing, what with all the blood and stuff.
Eventually he reaches the stage. Now, where's the….ah, the control board for the lights. Micah hovers his hand over the dials and levers.

~Identify.~
-Micah. I need your help.-
~State nature of request,~
-Overload the coils on the lights. Specifically harmonize them to produce maximum shockwave.-
~Request recieved. Initiating overload now.~
-Thanks.-

With that, the lighting above the stage start to glow ever brighter until…a loud crackle, snap, and then explosion that produces a big enough shockwave to knock a person down. Hopefully that will slow the bad guys down.

—-

Central Park. Trouble. Micah. It's all she has to go on, and it's not much, but it's enough when you're a mother and your child might be in danger. Niki, running full speed ahead in the opposite direction most people seem to be running — that is, toward the disaster — veers from one of the park's many paths onto the grass. It's here that she comes to a halt, struck by the shock of everything that she sees. There's no time to make sense of it, even if she could. She's looking for one face only. Drawn by the lingering effects of the explosion of the stage lights, she catches a glimpse— she can't be sure, but she starts jogging in that direction, trying to stick to the edge of the madness, but really, it doesn't matter what's in the way.

—-

Her hands reach for Claire, one of them managing to wrap around the girl's arm, burning deeply. She'd continue on that path, except for the fact that the lighting on the stage overloads at that exact moment.

There aren't many people close to the stage anymore, though many of those who were too frozen to move are, indeed, knocked down by the blast. The gates, too, fall over with loud clangs against the ground, and the remaining lighting topples and breaks. Mandy, now at some distance from the stage, lets go of Claire's arm in order to shield her face, using the nearby tree to brace herself against the blast.

When it clears, Mandy blinks, narrowing her eyes. It's dark now, the only light being those that weren't connected to the overloaded circuit. "What the fuck was that!?" Mandy demands of Claire, even of Brian, as she once again makes a grab for the girl. Hopefully, she's distracted - the escapee will go for the cellphone, too, to see if she can get rid of that.

—-

There is someone in the way of Nadia, and Jeremiah is hellbent on something in front of him meeting a dead end. To Brian, Jeremiah lifts his left hand with a flutter, fingers weaving through the air and a multitude of cuts spreading over his person. To Nadia's direction, his right hand has aimed another long cut, though it is distracted when an unfamiliar language reaches his ears from nearby and behind.

Jeremiah has enough time to turn his torso around to find the source- Misha- but if she does stay in one spot, he has still a few seconds to be able to aim his limbs at her. His left hand is closer, and does fly backwards through the air towards her upper torso and shoulders; hopefully for the cutting man, Misha is too mentally set on him to be able to teleport properly out of the way.

Then, all of a sudden- light and explosions, and more screaming from the area of the stage as glass flies and electricity shorts out into the air with a threatening boom. Jeremiah can only do his best to squint out the light from it and try to keep his eyes open to aim. In doing that, he has lights speckling his vision regardless, and a slight shake in his bones from the loud explosion of electronics.

—-

Cam doesn't go running back into the chaos, not yet anyway, but he is taking a good look around once he's back on his feet. Leaning against the tree, he tries to make sense of the chaos, and see if there's anyway he can help, injured and in pain though he may be. At Aidan's call, he looks up, and answers simply, "It hurts…" How else can he answer the question? He's standing, though, so looks mostly alright, except for the obvious (and frozen) injury. "I…" Cam can't finish as the sudden explosion of the lights happen, and he ducks a bit and puts his good arm up.

—-

Crackle… crackle… boom! The lights blow out in a spectacular display of sparks and Mariska has no choice but to shield her head from the blast with her hands and arms because, well, that's kinda just the gut reaction when stuff overhead explodes. Goddammit! And she was so close to laying a hand on Jeremiah, too! However, when she uncurls from her protective hunch, there's an unusual sensation making her left shoulder tingle — Jeremiah's magic fingers have torn open a swath of coat, clothes, and skin from the top of her shoulder down her back, over the shoulder blade. She cries out momentarily, right hand slapping over the wound and, hey, yeah, totally bleeding. Go figure. Now? Now Mariska's cranky. Cue the stutterstepping charge! She's gunning for him on an indirect, strobe-light sort of collision course — a little to the left, a little off-center, a little to the right. It's impossible to predict.

—-

Nadia's hand goes slack around the strap of her school bag. The pain is unbelievable and unlike anything she's ever felt in her life. Beyond the pain, her brain simply can't process that it was caused unnaturally. Brian's presence is hardly registered and the only response he gets is, "You.. you're n-not.. Leo.." She's clearly in shock, her body shivering as she stares up, looking past her would-be savior. She's bleeding out too fast. The cut that started in her thigh? It hit the femoral artery.

—-

Nodding softly to the kid, Aidan clutches his side. "Me too, kid. Me too." He does note the frozen place on Cam's shoulder, but doesn't question. After all, he's seen enough weirdness today to totally get rid of all those beliefs he held so dear the other day, when he was chatting with Cam and some others not far from here. Then the lights explode. Darkness settles and he bites his lip. His mind is running a mile a minute. What if they can still see? What if they're coming this way? He has no way of knowing, so instead of doing anything more, he bolts. Though it's dark, hopefully he can feel his way well enough to avoid getting hurt more than he already is. He's completely ashamed of himself for doing it, but when one is this scared and doesn't know what else to do, one relies on instinct. It does, though, give him a moment to come to a decision. He has to figure out how to deal with this better. Sometime soon, he's calling Adam and is planning to ask the man a lot more than he did the other day. He needs to know. Why did he live his whole life without knowing then all of a sudden, as soon as it comes out, boom. It's everywhere.

—-

As the stranger's hand locks around Claire's arm, melting away fabric and then skin. Thus, Zach is privvy to the unadulterated sound of her brief scream until at last the acid eats through her nerve endings. After that, she does what she does best: she gets over the pain that's left. Trying to pull away, it's about then that the stage goes SUPER BRIGHT and Mandy lets go. The sudden release sends the tiny blonde flying towards the ground, leaving her to grunt as she lands there in a pile — her super cool fedora rolling along the ground to get trampled by a Scared People Stampede and her cell phone left powered on but unguarded on the ground nearby for Mandy to do with as she sees fit.
Claire cradles her arm as she lies there, teeth bared and gritted. …And then? Then the skin starts growing back in the dark, the pain comes back and subsides again. That would be when Claire tries to crawl away, only to find her arm grabbed up again, pale and smooth and perfectly healed. "Leave me alone," she growls defensively.

—-

The Brian over by Claire ducks as the 'explosion' goes off, though he is intent on fighting off this acidy witch. Searching the ground, the young man has to sprint a bit away from Claire to pick up a good sized rock. Turning back, he makes his way back to Claire and Mandy. The other, Brian(who was acided) is doing the same thing, searching for a rock that he can use as a weapon. No direct action is taken against Mandy again, just yet.

Falling to his knees next to the officer, Shirtless Brian raises up arm to cover his mouth at the sight and smell of the police officer almost ripped in half. Lowering his arm, he goes for the man's sidearm, but not before he keels over and vomits right in front of the dead man. The gun is pulled from the officer's holster, wiping away the puke from his mouth he flips the gun over again and again trying to find the safety. Eventually he finds the little word and flicks it off. Standing up the man looks back to where Mariska and Jeremiah are. He doesn't trust himself with a shot from this distance, so he starts rushing in towards Jeremiah. Gotta get a clear shot.

Brian raises his arms as little cuts are scattered across his body, he cries out in pain though, it seems he was expecting more. Blood starts to leak from him, but he manages for now to keep a level head. Looking down at Nadia he shakes his head quickly. So many things he doesn't know, is it ok even to move someone like this??? He'll have to find out later. For now, his arms are tucked under Nadia and he tries to stand, lifting her. "I'm gonna take you to Leo." He tries to reassure.

—-

"Yeah!" Micah shouts, shooting up a fist from the lighting board. It's not a major victory, but it did exactly what he wanted it to. Small distraction. Hopefully enough time for others to escape. He clambers down from the lighting console. Now, to get his little butt outta here before he becomes one of the unfortunate bystanders injured. His two companions have long since vanished, likely headed home to deal with whatever punishment their parents will hand out to them.

—-

"Micah!" Niki calls out as she nears the stage, her boots pounding on the ground and crushing glass from the blast. As she dares to look away from her son for a few seconds, at the entangled plights of everyone else, in the dark, she realizes that something … truly brutal has taken place. Still is taking place. She has to get Micah out of here. She's already climbing onto the stage to meet him, reaching for him to help him along — 'concerned' doesn't cover the expression on her face. "Micah! Are you okay?" The mom's words are no-nonsense, urgent. "Come on, hurry."

—-

Goodbye, Zachary! It was certainly nice talking to you! With a palm down on the phone, Mandy melts through it, leaving a handprint of melted grass behind, and a puddle of oozing acid. Claire might have been forgotten after that, except for the fact that… She's healing.

Mandy's eyes light up. Adam healed. Adam healed, then injected Mandy with his own blood in order to heal her. How much of a coincidence is it that she's run into another god-damned healer? Formulating a plan right there on the spot, she draws the radio up to her mouth again. "Jeremiah. I got something. I'm by this big…" She looks up at the tree. Who the hell knows what it is. "…Tree. I think it's about time to get out of here." But they'll be carrying something, namely, a certain blonde who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. Mandy's hand, still on Claire's arm, starts to burn through it again. Her other arm reaches to Claire's leg - same thing. Cause as much pain as possible to prevent the girl from running away.

"I don't think so. We can use someone like you." Their own private medicine chest? Seriously, what more can a trio of evildoers want? The hand around Claire's arm seeks to yank the girl to her feet.

—-

Jeremiah makes due with what vision he has, but when the teleporter rounds back on him it seems like he stepped into a trance club. In return, all he can do at first is head straight for the flickering image of Mariska; Jeremiah's hands, meanwhile, are swinging cuts widely through the air in an attempt to distract her, so that he can run past and across the lawn towards where he last knew Mandy to be. Her voice just serves to make him sour. A tree? REALLY? It's a park, of course there are big trees.

—-

Cam looks back up once his eyes clear, only to find Aidan gone, and suddenly too dark to make out what's going on, at least beyond a short distance. Of course, that really doesn't help keep him brave. So, after a moment of looking around, he starts to run. But, with the dark and in the panic, he's running into the chaos instead of away. At least he's not heading directly for the killers.

—-

Mariska makes for a pretty hard target to hit once she's initiated full-on 'spatial hopscotching' mode. Jeremiah's frantic flailing never quite seems to find its mark, though he's doing a hell of a job slicing up the lawn and tree limbs and, oh, damn. Did he just tag one of the Brians in the back?? With an ear-splitting KRAK!, Mariska is suddenly at Jeremiah's back and before he can turn and lift a finger, she's collared him with her right hand. «Where do you think you're going?» she snarls in a vicious voice. Down, apparently. That's where. Now that the butcher is in her grasp, he's bound for the ground and a place called vertigo.

—-

".. padre .." is whispered as Nadia is lifted by Brian and then she falls quiet. Too quiet. She still has a heartbeat, but it's getting fainter by the minute. Fortunately for the young Italian, she's lost all sense of pain, time and consciousness.

—-

"LET GO," Claire tries to insist and pull away from the acid-dripping psychopath, but then the acid starts eating away at her arm again. And at her leg. The pain is excrutiating, and more drawn out than the regenerating girl's typical forms of testing her powers. Her adrenaline glands struggle to up production and help the pain subside, but it's just not helping. Instead, she's left there, nearly blind through the tears leaking out of her eyes as she deals with the agony. Even as she's pulled up onto her feet, her one leg now left bare and bleeding as the center of her muscle is left exposed for all to see and nearly falling back down as it fails to support her, Claire is still arguing and trying to drop back down to the ground for the sole purpose of being difficult. "Please. I'm not anything special. Just leave me alone." Just never you mind that her leg muscle, away from Mandy's influence, is already starting to resheath itself.

—-

Standing for a moment with wide eyes at the girl's who arm healed in.. seconds, Brian hesitates. "What the fuck?" He asks to no one in particular. Crazy shit going on tonight. But no time to stare, he can think and ask questions later. Mandy seems to be very distracted by Claire, enough that she seems to be forgetting about dear BriBri. "Hey. Bitch." Comes the words from Brian behind Mandy. With a rock in hand, his powerful arm swings with all he has at the woman's head. And on the other side? Other, wounded Brian comes to attempt to aid Claire. With his own rock, he swings his own makeshift weapon at Mandy's wrist, intending to force her to release Claire.

ShirtlessBrian points his newly acquired gun down as he makes his way towards Jeremiah and Mariska. He raises his hand, pointing the gun, but then.. Which one is the bad guy? One of them is doing a crazy.. whatever that is. Not knowing much about this world of abilities leaves him confused. He has no idea who is the bad one. But standing not too far away from them he keeps the gun pointed at the two.. not yet sure who he's supposed to shoot.

"Fuuuuck!" Brian cries out as blood seeps over his chest. Carrying Nadia away from the scene he looks around frantically. No sirens, no nothing. Has anyone even called the police yet??? He looks down to Nadia, hopelessness overwhelming him. Right now he's wishing to God he would have taken that EMT class. "Father, please protect her, heal her God." Brian pleads, his eyes lifting towards the sky for a moment before he looks back down. Blood. Lots of blood. Once he's a safe distance away he drops to his knees and slowly sets her down. The bleeding has to stop, right, something like that. Ripping off his wife beater he desperately tries to cover her wounds and apply pressure. "HELP!" He screams desperately.

—-

"MOM!!" Now there's a sight for his eyes. And a welcome sight at that. She must've gotten the text. Elated, Micah scrambles across the stage to reach her; glass crunching equally under his own sneakers. "Did you see that?!" Oh yes, it was exciting, or at least for him it was. Aside from a few scrapes from stray glass, Micah is indeed fine. "Yeah, I"m ok." His eyes try to scan out past the stage, but without the lighting it's kinda hard to see too far. "But mom, there are still people out there who need help!" Yeah, Micah. Sure. Those protests probably aren't going to work on your mom.

—-

"Are you sure?" Niki will have to believe him, for now. Micah's blood-soaked clothes tell her instincts otherwise, and the fact that it's someone else's blood is enough to make her horrified too, but there's no time to dwell. "We have to go, Micah," she insists; holding securely onto one of Micah's arms, Niki starts to run back the way she came. The sounds of agony not so far away make her hesitate, though, her grip on her son tightening a fraction as her gaze follows Claire's screams, and Brian's shout of help! Brian, who… there are three of? Triplets! The blonde tries to focus in the dark and sees one person she might be able to help… someone who can barely be older than Micah. Cam. As the boy approaches the madness blindly, she strides closer, holding a hand out across the distance. "Hey, take my hand. It's gonna be okay."

—-

Nothing special. "Sure," Mandy states, and says into the radio again, "Jeremiah!" Looking around, she picks the easiest route away from the crowd, and starts dragging the girl along with her. Without Jeremiah, though, she's not likely to get too terribly far on her own. "Met a couple of— " she starts to say to the girl, when she's attacked by Brian. … Brians.

If one thing can be said about Mandy, it's that she's damn tenacious when she has her mind wrapped around something. Stubborn, as it were. Reckless. And so, the rock strikes the side of her head, and she cries out, stumbling, but her hand remains clasped around Claire's arm. The acid will erode skin for awhile as Mandy digs her nails in. She cannot lose this girl.

And so, using an old tactic, she swings Claire in front of her, hopefully to take that second stone attack from the second Brian. Mandy isn't above using a human shield, it seems. Glaring at Brian over Claire's shoulder, it becomes evident that the stone has cut deeply into her face, across her cheek. It's bleeding, and there's a bruise spreading out from that point.

Mandy's other hand goes to Claire's head, pressing into her hair, almost gently. "Tell him to stop, or I'll rip out whatever you have inside your skull," she whispers into the girl's ear. "Cooperate, and when we're done with you, we'll let you go."

—-

More noise does not help Jeremiah cope all of a sudden; he is not a very large man, so when Misha grabs and hauls him backwards again, the momentum pulls him down rather nicely. Plus the fact that the world blips out of focus and out of rhythm as he hits the dirt. Holy Hand Grenades, Batman!

Unfortunately, Jeremiah seems to be flailing at this point, and flailing when your arms and fingers and very aim is Mass Destrucution is a bad thing. Anything in that path gets slashed and cut, and at least three times does this flailing pass by gun-wielding Brian's location. Whether it hits him or not is up in the air. One long slash also gets aimed half at Mariska over him, one hand pushing him off of the ground again and the other arm swinging up to hit her away if she comes too close. If he can, Jeremiah is trying to at least get to his knees before he feels…very sick, bowing his head towards where he knows the ground to be when half of dinner comes sputtering back up for the grass.

—-

Cam stumbles to a stop as Niki appears out of the darkness in front of him, but other than the split second it takes for the offer to register, he doesn't even hesitate in stepping over and taking the offered hand, gripping tightly. "Thanks," he says, as he follows her lead now. Stranger she may be, but she's a friendly one, and that's enough for the terrified boy. Meanwhile, blood is starting to come from the edges of the ice on his shoulder.

—-

What seemed like a good idea at the time soon turned into a little piece of poor planning, as Mariska obviously didn't anticipate the sort of reaction that her equilibrium-distorting takedown induces in the murderous criminal now confessing his dietary sins to the grass. The gesture he slings her way slices up her right arm from elbow nearly to neck and it causes her not only to scream in agony but also to relinquish her grip. She's suddenly reeling from the strike and stumbling away. Hello, gun-toting clone! How would you feel about being a pillow for a Russian woman who's bleeding all over the — you know what, no. There's no choice. Unless multiple!Brian pulls that trigger, Mariska's going to go careening right into him and they're both going to end up on their backs.

—-

Even if emergency services were to arrive now, it's too late for Nadia. She's bled out too much, too fast. The concerns Carmine Selvaggi had for his little girl, weren't the ones that brought an end to her life. No rival families getting back at the Selvaggis. No ill timed hits at the house or 'family' business. It was something she never imagined that could exist.

—-

As the acid continues to seep into her arm, Claire's entire face is contorted into an expression of pain and her eyes are narrowed into tiny slits as she tries to still see what's happening. The feeling of nails sinking into the desperate, fiery, angry wound, only further blinds her. And then another hand finds its way into her pretty blonde curls. Her head. The one thing that doesn't fix. In the cloud of shock and pain, that is one thought that is frighteningly lucid. Claire's hand lifts to rest on top of Mandy's admidst the acid-eaten rags of her sleeves, and her voice is a strangled sob. "Stop," she begs Brian. "Please, just stop." Then to Mandy. "If you and your friend stop hurting people right now, I'll go wherever you want." Enough people have died already.

—-

A grunt of satisfaction, as he hits Mandy, though his face contorts to horror when he realizes that his second rock hits Claire. The two Brians on either side of Mandy and Claire back up for a moment. Glaring at Mandy they slowly and reluctantly drop their rocks to the ground. "Let her go. Let her go and I'll let you run away without beating the shit out of you." One of the Brians practically growls at her. The other Brian continues. "You don't have to do this, alright? You're not going to get away with kidnapping a girl. This shits gonna be all over. You'll be found. Just run away now."

Shirtless Brian with the gun moves his aim to the puking one, and glaring he finally pulls the trigger. His eyes widen as Mariska comes flying at him, he moves up his arm to try and catch her as he goes down with her. Two more shots are let off as he goes down, those these are most likely only dangerous to birds as his aim flies up when he's semi-tackled.

Over at Nadia, Bleeding Brian grabs his head. Too much going on, too much emotion. He's not a master of his abilities, all the different sights, sounds and smell are overwhelming him. He clenches his head tightly. And lets out a loud cry. On his knees over the dying woman, a few tears roll off his cheeks. "Don't die," he desperately pleads. "Don't die." He raises his eyes to the sky and begins to pray. "God..please God.."

—-

Micah rolls his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure mom. It's just blood from someone else." Yeah, very reassuring. "But mom…." he starts to protest, but trailing off as he resigns himself that nothing he says will change his mom's mind. You know, if dad were here we'd totally be mopping the floor with these clowns, right? Dark eyes glance at Cam as they come across him. "We'll make sure you're safe." And that's about as reassuring as he can get right now.

—-

Niki's hand closes over the boy's just as her other hand stays firm on her own flesh and blood, Micah. So Cam mysteriously has ice on him and he's bleeding but she doesn't know what that means yet. One thing at a time! There's still so much happening all around, and she can see some of it - a pained look crosses her face, when she sees someone else, Nadia, joining the trail of bodies — and what's going on with… oh God, the acid woman, she realizes, eyes widening. But with the two kids and … no. She can't. "Don't let go," she tells the boys, taking off at a long-strided run.

—-

Slightly out of breath, Mandy whispers to Claire. "Good girl," is said, then she returns her attention to the radio. Where the hell is Jeremiah! "Hey," she says into her receiver. "I got a sonofabitch I need you to get rid of for me. Where the hell are you?" Don't worry, Claire, once she deals with the Brians, she won't hurt anyone else. The plan, however, is to not let Claire go, especially with that nasty gash across her face. Mandy also has no problem with allowing Claire all the pain in the world, as long as she has her. Backing up against the tree so that no one can shoot her back, she waits.

All in all, not a bad day. Much better than the raid on the pharmacy — Then again, she doesn't have a huge hole in her side to hinder her.

She's still keeping her eye on the two Brian clones. If only she didn't have Claire, she could really do a number on the two of them. In fact, for just a single moment, her grip loosens on the girl's arm… But, no. This is too important.

—-

Jeremiah has had years of practice vomiting and running at the same time. Comes with the entire addict station! When he is on his feet and stumbling, the shots ring out. Luckily, he is on the move, and only the one bullet plucks through the back of his coat as it flutters up in the air. Shut up, Mandy. Stupid radio. When this is over, he is going to smash it.

As soon as he has footing, Jeremiah takes off again for where she was, though reluctantly so. As soon as he can recognize her location and the people stopping her(wait, more of the same guy?), the man's hands lift dizzily in front of him to flick lacerations as if they were invisible frisbees. Me may or may not hit the Brians, but as he gets closer it gets more likely that they will be cut down in the line of duty, if just by their knees.

He looks like a madman coming at a stumbling run from behind, dark, shadowy eyes wide, and his clothes covered in blood, dirt, and hints of half-digested food, despite how disgusting it may be.

—-

Cam seems to calm down, at least a little, now that he has an adult helping him again. He keeps a tight grip on Niki's hand nonetheless, running along with her as best he can, but he's calm enough now that the ice on his shoulder melts as they run. He's quiet, though, until they get somewhere safe.

—-

With both arms now hindered in injury, the tumbled over Mariska is now barely able to do much else save roll against the Brian that cushioned her collapse. Roll… and go all misty-eyed because, yeah, guess what? Getting slashed up really fucking hurts! Just ask Nadia — oh, wait.

—-

Though as Mandy stares down the two Brians, it seems her icy glare seems to work. As the two reach up and grip their skulls as they both slowly fall to their knees. Overwhelmed, and not able to master his powers yet the young man certainly seems to be struggling. The two on the ground before Nadia crawl towards one another and.. meld into just one. Though the young man is now gripping his head in what seems to be pain or maybe just a mass amount of confusion. Luckily, Brian was taken down by himself before Jeremiah could have a chance.

Shirtless Brian thuds against the ground, the gun falling out of his hand. Raising his head slightly he looks around for the puker slasher man.. Nothin. Breathing heavily, he looks to Mariska. "Are you alright?"

—-

There isn't much more Micah can do, as he's pulled along by his mother. A quick glance back over his shoulder serves as a reminder of the destruction that lay behind then. At least he tried, if even just a little bit. Not that it will matter. When it comes down to it, our little boy wonder lied, snuck out, and placed himself in imminent danger. Will he survive the parental lecture? How long will the grounding last? And will Domino's start showing up with pizza deliveries even when no one ordered them? Or did they? These and more questions to be answered….soon.

—-

As Mandy's acid continues to eat into Claire's arm, the girl's body is going into overdrive trying to fix it. At some point, there is an equilibrium reached — acid burning at the same rate as flesh heals — barely preventing the limb from just snapping off in Mandy's hand. Blood, however, is freely pouring from veins and arteries that can't seem to heal fast enough to shut, dripping down her arm but visible only as it flows down her skin and then as a dark, slick sheen to her coat not there before. Her body's trying to refill its stores of that, too, to give her heart something to continue to pump through those ravaged paths. Eventually, the blood loss begins to take its toll, and Claire's weight starts to sag against Mandy and eyes begin to go glassy. The pain seems to inexplicably be lessening, her face beginning to release the look of agony. Well, inexplicable to anyone who can't tell that her body is starting to go into shock, anyway. There are no more words to offer, the blonde instead just blinking and trying to determine if Mandy's keeping her word. …Not that she has a way to do anything about it if she isn't, she has enough presence of mind to consider.

—-

After running down the pathway until the worst of it is behind them, the stage having grown smaller in the distance, Niki eventually slows down - if only to turn and look back for a moment. Laying comforting hands on the boys' shoulders - in Cam's case, the uninjured side - she makes sure no one's followed before she looks to the much less familiar child. "You're hurt. I'm gonna take you to a hospital, okay?" A worried look is shot to the stage area in the distance. Hopefully, Cam didn't have family left behind.

—-

The chaos is nearly at an end now, as most of the crowd has thinned out, though there are rescue personnel arriving. Police officers with guns, and… Well, it's high-time to bail. "You stay good," she says to Claire, before turning her eyes up to meet Jeremiah's. He looks like a wreck, but there's no time to chat about that now. "Help me carry her, Jer-Bear. I'll explain later. But I just bought us an insurance policy."

Looking over her shoulder and around the tree, she supports the slumping Claire as best she can. Wherever the two villains are going, they've caused enough terror here in the park to enable them to escape without being followed.

It was a foolish thing to do, but their mission - whatever kind of 'mission' that was - has been a success, and even better than Mandy dreamed.

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