Energy Body: superior (rank 2)
Suddenly there was an erratic rapping at the door. The two men looked at each other and then after an exchange of glances simultaneously at the door.
“You think he could be back already?” questioned the dark haired one.
“ Only one way to find out”, replied the detective cheerfully as he bounded from the bed and excitedly put his right eye up to the peep-hole like a child spying on his Christmas presents. A second later he smiled and opened the door to a well-built young man. The new guest was muscular with short straw colored hair. He wore a red and white three-quarter length baseball shirt, grass-stained bluejeans, and he was walking around barefoot. He storde in confidently and grinned joking for a moment about how the receptionist had given him hell for his lack of footwear. He then stopped suddenly looking over his shoulder and closing the door, quickly revealing a much more serious demeanor.
“Well, I have some good news and some bad news.” started the young man as he leaned against the wall. “I picked up her trail and found where it leads, which brings me to the bad news. It doesn't look promising, she apparently did a nose dive off a sixty foot cliff into the sea.”
“She's still alive”, reassured the detective.
“How do you figure that one Simon?” replied the new guy shooting him a disbelieving glance.
“You just have to pay attention Matt, don't worry I'm right as always, just leave the actual thinking to me.” He winked at the blond. “Now listen while I unveil the rest of our story here.” The blond began to grumble but stopped as an unhappy expression grew on his partners faces. The detective continued, “ As I was saying I did some digging, interviewed a few people, and I can tell this is all very boring for you two so I'll cut to the chase. Two days before the incident Johnny received a phone call from his old buddy in the gang. Obviously it must have been a dire situation for them to be in contact. Turns out someone really scary was on his tail. He called Johnny out of desperation and Johnny was unable to refuse the favor. Of course Rosie didn't take this too well. From what I read in the pages of her diary her and Johnny got in a huge fight over the situation. There was plenty of screaming and throwing of objects and before he left she told him she didn't give a damn if he died in Los Angeles.
“Harsh words”, sighed the dark haired fellow.
“Yes, indeed. I'm sure she lived to regret those words when she got the call two days later explaining how he died, brutally murdered with a knife and shot three times. It seems she just went crazy when she got the call. The phone was thrown across the kitchen, it's cord disemboweled from the wall. Cupboards where broken and the contents strewn all over the floor like the scene of a tornado. Most importantly a clock was torn off the wall and thrown into the fridge. The clocks hands indicate this rampage took place in the mere minutes after the call is registered as having gone out. She made her way through the house in an uncontrollable fit and after trashing everything including the front door she fled into the night.”
“ You've got to be kidding me. How did a hundred and ten pound girl rip a solid oak door nearly off it's hinges?” retorted the muscular youth.
“ Adrenaline my friend. You'd be amazed at what a person can do when they have enough running through their veins.”
“So what do we do now? Asked the dark man pacing once again.
“We nap”, replied the detective innocently flashing a broad grin and peeling back the covers.
Environmental Awareness: standard (rank 1)
Sixty hours later a full moon shown brightly down on white sand beaches, wispy clouds crawled slowly across a star filled night sky and long black waves beat the shoreline. A strange female figure appeared suddenly among the surf as if it had sprung up from the wave itself. She moved toward the shoreline, shimmering in the moonlight against the dark backdrop of the tumultuous sea. A few abandoned rowboats lay just beyond the reach of the tide, sitting haphazardly as if belched upon the sand and beached by the mighty throes of the ocean. She began moving toward them mysteriously, her silhouette still vague in the salty night air. As she approached them words came from her lips, the first spoken in many days.
“No point in hiding ya'll, might as well come out. I can sense the water in your bodies, I know you're hiding in those rowboats and that you've been following me these past few nights.”
Two darkened figures rose out of the boats slowly, a third materializing at their side out of the balmy night air. The middle one spoke first. His smile shone bright under the full moon, even as his face still remained draped in shadow. “Rosie, right?”
“Yes”, She replied cautiously letting the word roll slowly over her tongue.
“We've been looking for you. Most of this town thought you were dead, but then again there were reports of a mysterious woman who walked the beach at night and would disappear into the surf when seen. We believe that we can help you.”
“How do you figure you can do that?” she questioned. “I'm a lot more powerful than you know. What do I need your help for?”
“Actually I think I have you pegged pretty well power-wise. Let me guess, you can control water. Not only can you control it, but you can also sense it, and even turn your body into a sentient form of it.” She didn't say anything, but he could tell that he had hit the nail on the head. He paused for a second before adding,“And I know who killed your husband.”
“How did you know? How did you even find me these past few nights? Wait, johnny wasn't my husband?” she stammered clearly confused.
“Well, ok, I may have jumped the gun there. Actually he was going to propose on the Fourth, at the top of the Ferris Wheel, you know the one in this picture.” He pulled the photograph from his coat pocket and handed it to her. Tears were already beginning to stream down her face. One fell gently on the photo, forming a small puddle. With the flick of her wrist it jumped from the picture and landed harmlessly on the sand.
“How do you know? Who are you, are you some kind of psychic?” she whimpered under heavy breaths.
“I'm Alan Simon, I'm an investigator. Some of my friends like to call me Insight, and no, I am not a psychic. I am merely paying attention. I know what to look for, know how to read people and decipher the clues. There is one thing that I have been wondering if you're up for a few questions.”
Telekinesis: superior (rank 2)
- Area Affect
- Target Seeker
Tears were still streaming from her eyes. They were red and swollen from crying. She whimpered for a second, and then collected herself. “What's that?”
“What happened after you tried killing yourself by jumping off that cliff?”
She sat down on the sand and started talking. She explained how she had jumped off the cliff hoping to die. The water had been like concrete when she landed and the jarring blow knocked her unconscious. The next thing she knew she felt as if she were hooked around the waist by some invisible rope, it was pulling her up through the darkness and just as she felt as if she had emerged from water she woke up in a torch lit temple. She was laying there on a hard marble floor surrounded by strange looking men and women. As she came to find out they were the Olympian Gods. Poseidon had found her body just as the life extinguished from it.
Capturing her soul he brought it to Olympus as a gift to Aphrodite. Claiming that her human soul was so moved by Aphrodite's power, that she flung herself into the sea upon the death of her lover Poseidon presented the shivering naked soul. Aphrodite was flooded with compassion when she looked into the girl's eyes, and along with Poseidon she decided to give life back to the girl. However her body was too long separated from her soul and would no longer provide a suitable home. Using their combined powers they formed a new body from the waters of the ocean and giving her a small piece of each of their life force they grafted her soul to the body granting her unimaginable power. They then returned her to the beach. She had been walking these beaches at night, longing for Johnny, hoping to find some clue as to the location or identity of his assailant.
“Well it looks like you're in luck. If you join our group I can promise you the chance to bring the man who killed Johnny everything he deserves.” For the first time the detective's face sank, covered in shadow. His voice became very weak and a teardrop fell from his eye. “He's the same monster who killed my wife and son.”
One of the other men, silent until now raised his head and looked into Rosie's lucid eyes. She could see an anger swirling deep inside him as he spoke, like a maelstrom of hatred and pain. “And my Father too.”