It was a still night Downtown, the lack of winds made noise and movement almost non existent beyond the checkpoint, besides the [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UgqVCJpRqWQ]music[/url] playing on the radio. At this hour almost everyone was sleeping, getting ready for the day ahead tomorrow, not a soul was seen outside. The checkpoints couldn't sleep however, the Overwatch didn't want to give the psions any sort of leverage, and the guards who were unlucky enough to catch the night shift stood guard. “Look alive, we got a live one” One guard said as he saw an approaching figure, just who would be out and about at this hour? Closer examination revealed it to be male, rather slender, with thick black hair concealing just about the entire top of the face. Most peculiar had to be the outfit, it looked like some sort of military get-up, but lacking in any sort of weapons. One guard chuckled. “A cosplayer? Tokyo Town is that way” The guard raised his arm towards the incoming pedestrian. “Citizen. By order of the monarch any and all incoming pedestrians must submit to a scan before proceeding any further” No verbal response from the stranger, he only stopped feet short of the checkpoint, and stood there. “Approach!” The guard ordered, nothing, skeptical looks were exchanged between the guards. “By order of the monarch, Approach!” The stranger opened his moth to speak. “Your hubris, it's deafening. Shut it up” The guard, short on patience began to approach the stranger. “You better have a damn good reason for you disobedience” “Shut it up” The guard scoffed and reached for the stranger. “That's it buddy. You're going places” Before the guard could react, or even blink, the stranger grabbed his extended arm and tore it off his torso like a wing from a flies back. This followed up with the guard being blasted backwards towards the checkpoint as he screamed in agony. “Shut it up shut it up” The guards right away grabbed their weapons and aimed, but no gunfire followed. “Fire” One guard ordered, but they didn't, they seemed, paralyzed. Some objects flew across the air and planted themselves in the necks of three guards, knives. No, scissors, those were scissors he threw! Two guards remained standing, one reached for his barbotine reserves while the other went for the comms. “shutitupshutitupshutitup” Before the guard could inject the barbotine into himself he was stopped by the strangers sudden firm hand around his wrist. “Oh Christ”. The guard struggled, but was overpowered as an inexplicable surge of terror ran through him and weakened his arms. The stranger pulled the syringe back and drove into the guards right eye socket, and he collapsed. The last guard nearly made it to the radio before being pulled back by telekinesis and tossed to the ground infront of the stranger. The stranger looked around as if appreciating his work, breathed a sigh of what seemed to be relief and said. “That's better” as he began to walk towards the remaining guard. “No! Get away from me you -fuĉking freak!” The guards said drastically as he tried to crawl away. He was kicked over by the stranger and met with gaze. “Now now my good man, this is no time to be making enemies” The stranger brought up his hand and moved a bit of hair from his face. “Now look, and tell me what you see” -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next morning, dawn gave way to an eerie scene at a psion outpost as [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6jUrGwUyvNs]music[/url] still played from the radio. Five guards lay dead, one with a missing arm and tossed a ways down with the rest scattered about. The most unsettling factor however was the last guard, he was alive, yet unmoving, stiffened. He stared at nothing, said nothing, yet on his face was a still expression of absolute horror. (-5KAP) ((Closed))