One World

[thekeyblademaker]

Looking at his new enemy cut out a new drag, oh dammit... first he embarasses me infront that hot chic... then he starts lecturing me....how dare you! Digging through his bag he takes out a spare headphones, he's gonna buy me a new headphones, that stupid leprechan broke when he kneed me... Brol touches his face to find no sign of blood.

[Akatsuki_Gurl]

Miya walked over to the window with Damien. She lifted her hand to put it on his shoulder. But she froze. Her body was shaking, she'd never actually wanted to comfort someone before. Mustering up enough courage, she put her hand on his shoulder. "Damien...are you ok?" she asked as she looked at him with a hint of worry in her eyes.

[Devious]

Damien didn't flinch when her hand touched his shoulder. He just kept staring. His mind twisted into a vortex of pity for Brol. He began to almost fight with himself about the situation.

It was wrong of me to hurt 'im. He had a gun to me head. I could have disarmed him without hurting him... It was that or die... There was nothin' I could have done about it. Instinct will always triumph over reasoning. Understand that there's no going back. You've made an enemy. Enjoy the fun while it lasts.

"Violence is but the crutch of the ignorant. I hate to use it, but I learned it for a reason. I'm fine, Miya. Thank you for asking, it means a lot that you care after our small social interaction."

He was livening up, the cigarette was indeed helping. His eyes became softer and less cloudy. He flicked the butt out of the window and into the grass lying below. A tree that looked as if a bomb had gone off right next to it was the recipient of the still burning butt. He leaped from the sill and stood straight as he readjusted himself and untied his headphones from his music player. He smiled at her and went to a seat just by the window he had opened. He tuned his player to Bad Religion and pressed play. The music blared from the headphones and drowned out the world around him as he ensued his usual ritual. A smile creased his lips, a sign that he was recovering quickly.

[Akatsuki_Gurl]

Miya was indeed suprised, no one had ever thanked her for anything before. A smile shot across her face. She couldn't help but smile. Giggling in a sort of odd fashion, she went and retrieved her stuff then returned to Damien's side. She seated herself on the floor and began to read her book again. A sudden wave of saddness shot over her. A sentence in her book reminded her of the time she got hit by a car. Despertly she tried to push it out of her mind, but no matter what she told herself, she couldn't make it go away. She though of the large permenate bruise that she had on her left hip from where she was hit.

[Zildjian]

"ENOUGH!" screamed Colonel Brady as he stepped into the room. He was furious. "Are you freaking kidding me here people? Sit down and shut up and wait for instructions..." He glared over at Brol, and then at Damien. "You two be the most retarded of the bunch." He reached out his hand and snatched Brol's mp5 and the gun. He put the gun in his back pocket and held up the mp5 to the boy. "You will get this back after the project." He turned his attention to the rest of the group. "Students. I'm sure you're wondering why you are here. Look around. These are your teammates. You will be scattered to the four corners of this big blue earth, with these people as your only friends and helpers. You will all be on your own and would kill to see a familiar face. Even one of these people sitting beside you. Infact, some of you will murder. The object? Return back to The Institute. You have until the end of the school year to make it back. That's 9 months. And you must ALL come back, dead or alive. No one is to be left behind. Each of you will be given one knife, and a single penny."

The Colonel took a breath and looked at the group once more. Four men came in at this time.. Karim looked at their massive bodies. These guy's were jacked. They brought with them a rolling table with a few items on it. Colonel Brady held up the first item. It was a round target with a single red dot on them. "These targets are scattered within the cities. There are 3 in total. When you get to them, you must put blood on the red dot here. When you do, someone from The Institute will come and give you something. This could range from valuable information to a way of transportation. These targets are very hard to find." He held up the next item. It was a blindfold. "Each of you will be given a blindfold. You can get rid of this as soon as you want or keep them forever." The muscular men began passing out the blindfolds to the students. They tied them onto the students, forcefully.

The Colonel held up the last item, even though no one saw it. If they had seen it, they would have seen a needle. And if Karim had looked to see the needle, he would have seen one of the men inject him with the needle, and then he would have realized that this was a drug that knocked people out. And he wouldn't have fallen over, out cold. But he didn't look. So he layed there, on the ground, out cold, as the men went to the other students, injecting them, without anyone realizing anything.

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Karim woke up to the sound of waves. Water. He opened his eyes and looked. The blindfold was still on. He took it off and tied it around his left arm, the one without the tattoo. He looked around. He was on a beach. This was for real. They really were splitting everyone up to the four corners of the world. This was no ordinary project, and for the first time in his life, Kika Habib was scared.

[JakeH]

Marick panicked. He had never panicked before in his life, but a large red light shot into his head after hearing the speech from the "Colonel". This was a mad house. Without much thought, he attempted a breakaway for the door, but was forced down by a large blond man. He struggled to break free of the mans grip, failing as he was injected with some sort of serum. Instantly, he was out cold.

Pain. Lights. Noise. Marick strained to open his eyes. He was laying down, a blindfold next to his head. Around him, walls of metal. A roof of metal. It was a hangar. Next to him, a large, strange looking jet was resting, it's engine's silently humming. Marick jumped to his feet, shoving the blindfold into his pocket, noticing a knife and penny also rested there. A knife, good.

Suddenly, sirens blared around him. Over the loud speaker in the corner of the hangar a short, cramped voice could be heard.

"An intruder has been detected in Hangar 4 of Area 51. Expel at first site. Use aggressive force."

"Area 51?" Marick mumbled under his breath. He was in deep. Too deep.

Voices could be heard around him, shuffling of feet, bleeping of walkie talkies. He needed to get out of here. And fast. His nearest escape proved to be the door a few feet away. He dashed towards it, opening in with his shoulder. Around the corner in the next room, people's voices could be heard.

"Hangar 4!" The voices came. "Move move move!"

Marick ducked under the stairs to his left, and watched as the guards piled into to the hangar. He needed to think.

[thekeyblademaker]

As the large metal jungle called New York City surrounded Brol, the smell that he gets of a cigarrette burning or the aroma of deepfried foods. Walking on the side of the Empire State Building, Brol spots a unlocked car. hrm.... that stupid white freak that took my headphones never said i cant do anything. After hotwiring the car, he drives across the city and stops by the docks.

[Zildjian]

Kika picked up the knife and the cent and stuffed them in his pocket. So this was how it was going to end. He needed to find his damn teammates and get back to The Institute that was....where again? It was on an island, right? But there were a lot of islands in the world, which island was the one with the school on it? It didn't matter. Karim sat in the sand watching the waves. He wished that he had nothing else to worry about. That this was all that was left of the world. He closed his eyes and let the calm sounds of the ocean take him away. He slowly but surely drifted off to sleep. He dreamt. He dreamt of his parents. The people he once loved. Before the muslims ruined everything. He hated muslims. More than anything. And he would avenge his parents' death. No matter what.

When Karim woke up, he had no parents. Again, he found himself on the sand, looking out into the water. Nothing changed. Nothing would. He took out the knife and looked at it. Well, suicide wasn't an option. He fingered the hoop earing in his left ear, sighing as he put the knife back into his pocket, and began making his way inland.

[JakeH]

By the time the search for Marick had died down, he decided Area 51 was as good of a place as ever to find out exactly where the The Institute was. He needed to find a information room, or something of the sort. A sign on the wall stated,

"Hangar 4 ->
Hangar 12 ->
<- Office 49
Garth Field ->"

Office 49 seemed like the best option. Perhaps he could find some kind of file room. There was a slim chance that The Institute would be mentioned, but he figured it couldn't hurt to check on his way out. Or could it?

[Ralor Penwat]

Ralor was the last one to get the serum. He had to be otherwise the others would have known he was stuck with a needle. He was afraid of needles. He screamed then instantly fell unconscious.
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Ralor awoke in a loud blur next to a large tower. He ran to the nearest person. "Where am I?" "Chicago. Why, is something wrong?" "No, carry on." He ran around only to find a bar and went and got drunk from champaign. He passed out about 3 hours later.
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He woke up on the side of a road."I have to get back to the institute. But how? i don't even have money." He then remembered the internet. He ran to a library and got on the website. "On a small island 4000 miles southwest of Hawaii? Okay we'll contact Uncle Marty."