The Alliance discussion

After creating a character, post a short here about how Tucker recruited your character. If you don't know how, let me know in the Chat Room or Welcome tab, and I can make up a meeting for you. Please be as descriptive/artistic with it as possible. ONLY these shorts go here.

"I'll take care of these," Lark told Grampa, gathering up the garden tools.

"Thank you, sweetie," Grampa said, standing up. His back popped, and they both winced. He hobbled into the house.

Lark carried the garden tools over to the shed and frowned. She was sure she had closed the door earlier, but now it hung partway open. She entered cautiously and set down the garden tools, putting them back in their proper places and focusing her mind on the water tank outside.

A throat cleared and Lark whirled around. A tall man with dark hair stood behind her, intimidating and intense. With a whoosh, water flowed through the air, straight from the water tank, and doused the man. He spluttered, pushing his now soaked wet hair out of his eyes and pulling his clingy damp t-shirt away from his chest. "Glad I didn't wear my leather jacket," he said, sounding indignant, but there was a twinkle in his eye. "Is that how you always greet strangers, Miss Tilson?"

Lark's eyes widened, then narrowed. "I can freeze you. Tell me who you are."

He smiled. "My name's Tucker. I'm interested in recruiting you for a group. It's going to be big, and I think you'd make a great addition." He shook his arms. "I assume you can dry me out, too, right?"

Lark frowned. "Well, let's talk first. Then we'll see."

"Dustin!" Dad’s voice rang up the stairs. "We've got someone here we need you to meet."

Dustin set his homework to the side and headed downstairs to the living room, where his mom and dad sat with a tall, dark-haired man. When Dustin came in, the man stood, an intense, intimidating look in his eyes.

"You must be Dustin," he said, holding out a hand, his dark eyes studying his. "I'm Tucker."

Dustin paused and then shook his hand. "Nice to meet you, sir."

Dad spoke up. "Dustin, Tucker is pulling together a group of teens with superpowers. He told us he'd like you to join."

Dustin looked up at the man with new respect. "Really?"

Tucker nodded. "Your powers would be a great asset to the team. If you're interested."

Dylan's smile broadened. "Bring it on."

Conrad left his house, and wheeled to the supermarket, picking up some candy for his sisters.

"What are all of their favorite candies?" He pondered aloud. He reached out and grabbed a butterfinger, snickers and twix bar, and put them in his lap.

He was wheeling over to the self check out when he bumped into a man. "Sorry." He said, trying to pick up the peanut butter he dropped. Conrad's fingers brushed against the mans fingers. He got a glimpse into his past.

Conrad went back to when this man was a child, and there were horrors you would find in nightmares, in his memories.

Conrad looked up at the man with sheer terror. Then the man smiled. "My name is Tucker. I'd like to talk with you about a special program for people who are gifted." He said.

Conrad looked shocked. "Okay." He mumbled. Tucker and Conrad checked out, and Conrad wheeled back to his house, where Tucker talked about him to his parents while his sisters were chomping down on the candy bars he gave them.

She heard the sirens. 'No. I can't go back.' She thought. Addy was on the run. She never knew where to go, traveling from city to city, never stopping.

She thought about the last conversation she had with a human.

"You are a human, yes, but when you were fairly young, you were injected with a serum of a kind, probably alien blood." The doctor explained. "The serum flowed through your blood and changed your genetic DNA, probably over the course of 6 months. So, overall, you were originally human, once. A long time ago. But your genetic DNA is so altered, we would classify you as extra terrestrial. This injection gave you your power, most likely." The doctor said, looking at his clipboard.

"So, we will transfer you to quarantine in the morning." The doctor said.

Addy shuddered at the thought. The wind blew, and she started to shiver. She went into a clothing store, covering her face so the cameras couldn't see her. She grabbed a jacket and ran. She ran, using her power to get away. She found a dark, compact alley and made herself comfortable and somewhat warm for the night.

Someone was at the other end, where the lights were shining. She closed her eyes. 'Not again.' She said, thinking it was a cop. She stood up, threw the jacket over herself, and started to walk away slowly. Her energy was practically drained. She started running, but being weak, didn't get far before the man caught up to her. He grabbed her by the wrists.

"You can't make me go back." She sobbed. "You just can't." She said, not looking at the stranger.

The stranger released her. "I'm just here to talk." He said calmly.

Addy looked at the stranger for the first time. "What about?" She asked curiously.

"I'm forming a team. Full of people with powers, like you." He said. Addy was intrigued. "My name is Tucker." He said.
"I can give you shelter, money, and food. You just need to come with me." He said gently.

Addy took his hand.

The morning dawned cold and damp, with fog that lurked in the streets and dampened every sound. Jenna Daniels blinked awake, lay still for a moment, remembering where she was now. Hard slats dug into her back, her side- oh, right. She and Simon hadn't been able to find a place to sleep last night, so they'd settled for park benches. If I'd've known today would look like this, I would've pushed harder for us to find a bus station. At least then we'd be inside.

She sat up, glanced around for her brother. There he was, standing a few feet away, peering into the mist. "Simon?"

The fog seemed to eat her mumble, but Simon turned around anyway and raised a finger to his lips. Then he pointed down the path a short ways to a black-dressed man sitting at the next bench. "He's been there for the last hour. I think he's watching us."

Jenna tensed, reached instinctively for her powers- but they'd do no good in this situation, just attract attention. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"I didn't want to make him suspicious." Simon glanced towards the man again. "Now we can-" He cursed. "He's moving. Too late."

The man had indeed gotten up and was walking towards them with an easy, confident gait. He held up his hands in a sign of peace. "Don't go yet, please. I just want to talk."

Jenna stood up, took her place by her brother. "Maybe we don't want to talk." He doesn't look like he's from Them. But did that mean anything?

"Fine. Don't talk. Just listen." The man stopped a short distance away- close enough to speak quietly, far enough to not seem threatening. "I'm making a team of people like you- people with powers."

"We've heard that line before." Simon made a slight gesture, and a breeze picked up around the three. "And we're not interested."

"Are you sure?" The man waved a hand at their surroundings. "I think it would be an improvement over being on the run, sleeping on park benches, never knowing where you'll get your next meal . . . You'll be safe with me. You'll have a roof over your head, food when you want it. And if you don't like it, you can leave. I won't force you to stay against your will."

Jenna and Simon traded a glance. Though they said nothing, that one look spoke volumes. Both knew that they couldn't sustain this life forever- it was a miracle they'd made it four years.

Simon's breeze died down. "Fine. We'll give you a chance. But if you've played us false . . ." A crackle of electricity played around his hand. "Let's say you'll wish you'd never heard of us."

Cade pulled back from the kiss. The girl's eyes were wide with surprise and wonder. He didn't blame her. It was probably the first time a random guy had walked up to her on the street and kissed her. He turned away and hurried past her. She'd forget about it soon, and he'd gotten what he wanted: a last kiss.

The cold breeze cut through him, and he stuffed his hands in his coat pocket. His steps were purposeful, thoughtful, as he made his way down the street.

The bridge loomed ahead. It was one of those bridges nobody noticed, no water underneath, just a dry, rocky gorge that roadmakers were too lazy to fill in or go down into. It wasn't even very deep. Cade made his way onto the bridge, cars whizzing past him.

It was cliché, sure. Last moments spent staring down. No note needed, since there was no one to mourn. The gang members he was with now were the only people who knew he existed. And since he looked too suspicious for the gunshops, this was the simplest way.

Cade climbed up onto the railing, sitting down and letting his legs dangle. It wouldn't be too hard, he knew. Just fall.

"There's more, you know."

The voice made Cade teeter, and he grabbed the railing. The man leaned against the railing next to him, gazing at him, staring into his soul, it seemed. "I've been here before," he said. Cade turned away, not wanting to look at him, wanting to just get it over with without feeling ashamed. To his surprise, the man swung over the rail to sit next to him. "Right here," he said softly. "I was going to end it, too."

Cade suddenly felt connected. "Why didn't you?" he asked.

The man shrugged. "Too much to live for." He turned to Cade. "Just like you."

Cade shook himself. "You don't know that. Who are you?"

"I'm Tucker. And you may not think you have anything to live for, but I can give you something to live for." Tucker held out a hand. "What do you say?"

Cade looked up at the older man and placed his hand in his. "Okay," he whispered.

Shera was walking on the sidewalk to nowhere. She lost everything. Her friends. Her family. Everything. Shera never sleeps at night on most nights. Her dreams haunt her now. Her dreams come back into flashbacks of her past.

FLASHBACKS: The Bullies laughter echoes, the name calls echoed the hallways, and threats echoed her mind. Shera couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed the bullies by the neck and slammed them against the wall killing them slowly without realizing it. The whole school fell silence and her friends walked away from her. Shera ran home from school. When she got home, her family wasn't there. Only the note was on the floor.

The note read: YOU LOSE, LOSER.

That's when rage took over her mind.

END OF FLASHBACK.

Shera was trying so hard not to cry. She wasn't watching where she was going. She bumped into the man. "I'm so sorry, Sir." Shera said. "It's ok young one." He said. "Who are you?" Shera asked. "I'm Tucker." Tucker replied. Shera looked at him. "You're alone?" Tucker asked.

Shera nodded. "I have a home where you'll never be alone." Tucker said.
Shera smiled at this. "I'll make sure that you're never alone." Tucker said.
"I'll accept and go with you." Shera agreed.

Narelle let the deer fall onto the rough-hewn kitchen table and headed over to the sink. She rinsed the blood off of her hands and then pulled out her skinning knife and got to work on the deer. Her mouth watered at the thought of the deer stew for dinner, and she finished the job quickly, dumping the knife into the sink.

Someone coughed behind her, and she whirled around. A man stood on the other side of the table, studying the deer meat and skin lying on the kitchen table, and the blood spattered about. "You don't seem to care about dirtying up your kitchen."

In an instant, she phased the through the table, deer and all, and had him pinned to the ground, her hands clenched around his throat. He waved his arms in the air, his eyes bugging out as he gasped for breath. He suddenly kneed her in the stomach, sending her flying backwards.

"Sorry," he gasped, rubbing his throat. "I didn't want to hurt you, but I also don't want to die. Nice grip."

She snarled at him. "What do you want?"

"I'd like you to join the group I'm making, with superpowered teens."

She looked at him skeptically. "Why?"

"Um..." He shrugged. "I'd rather have you choking other people than me."

She hesitated, then stood up. "You like deer stew?"

Ella was getting ready to trap a live deer, she finished setting the trap she hoped up in to a near by tree to wait for something to get trapped.
She waited a few minutes and then she heard the trap go off so she went and ran towards the trap. Instead of finding a dear like she wanted their was a man.she quickly untied the man and hoped into the tree.

"You don't look like a deer to me." Ella said smiling.
"well I am not a deer." He said smiling.
"Why are you here? No one really goes this deep into the forest." Ella said with a puzzled voice.
"You ask that and yet here we are deep in the forest. Anyway,why I came here is because I want you to join a team of super powered teens."
"I still don't understand, doesn't having a team of super powered teen a little dangerous. Besides I can be deadly."
"so I will take that as a yes."
"I guess you do." Ella said in a playful voice.