[b]the woman lifts her hand upwards lifting the train off of the tracks. Then she pushes her hand down slamming the train and everyone onboard into the streets below. She has a sickening smile on her face the throughout the whole ordeal.[/b]

The cab bounces off the ground, and dirty metal screams as it buckles beneath the torture of the fall. Men and women cry out in fear, only to cut off with sickening suddenness. It careens through the streets, rolling and twisting like a headless snake. [i]I held on for dear life. The prosthetics helped. When everything came to a stop, I felt like I'd been beaten with a stick. A very large stick.[/i] Markov rolls from beneath the seat rack, groaning. Most people can't even do that, though. He slowly stands. The train is on it's side, and he can hear glass crunch beneath his feet, even as the rain leaks in from above. His eyes glow faintly in the dark, looking for the mad woman.

[b]you see her standing outside of the tram with the same smile on her face[/b]

With a hand held out, Markov activates his MagCor array. The metal around him rattles faintly, and then a broken piece of support railing snaps into the palm of his hand. It has a jagged edge, and it gleams beneath the flickering emergency lighting of the tram. He hurls it like a spear at the insane form of the woman., magnetically accelerating it. It flashes like silver lightning as it hurtles toward her.

[b]she stops it with her telekinetic abilities [/b] "Now that wasn't very smart"

[i]That was probably true.[/i] The man holds his hand out again. Loosened bolts rip free, and shrapnel tears from the remnants of the bulkheads. They go shrieking after the spear, like bullets from a gun.

You feel the once calm darkness grow and grow into a raged brute of strength. Jaque is holding is sister in his arms you here him say. "Back off you fiend." The Darkness materializes into shadows and shoves sam to the ground holding her as the shadows slowly envelope her in a cacoon of shadows. In the heat of Jaques anger the shadows dissipates as Jaque develops migraines once again and says, "No not here not now I can't." Sam is left paralyzed in fear of the shadows and is left speachless.

[i]I watched as shadows stretched out of the night, trying to consume the woman. I was outgunned and I knew it. I heavily considered running, but I didn't think I'd make it far. At least I was already dressed up for a cheap funeral if things kept going south.[/i] His eyes travel around, looking over the broken forms of the woman's victims. Some moan, while others scream. Most just lay there with eyes that have glassed over, their horrified expressions frozen on their faces. [i]Maybe the dead were the lucky ones. After all, they no longer had to live in this city, and life could be truly cruel to the maimed, traumatized, and sickly in this twisted city. All of the survivors now qualified for an even worse life than the one they had. The good news just kept on coming.[/i] Gregori's eyes fall on the help that he's been looking for. One of the cyber police lays in a broken slump about twenty feet away. Pushing his way out of the train, the man sprints toward the ruined form. He dives and slides across the ground, pulling the body between himself and the woman as his free hand searches for the officer's weapon. He comes up with the Kriksboc and squeezes the trigger. The pitiful sounds of the wounded are suddenly drowned out from the chattering bark of the nine millimeter rifle as it goes to full auto, it's fire aimed at the murderous woman.

[b]the woman gets back up and begins walking away[/b]