* = telepathic communications (as in the Fiztgerald twins)
# = sign lanuage

Growing Up A Superhero #4a/?
Angel of Death

"JESSIE! JESSICA!" Jonathan Quest screamed as he ran through the halls. "JESSIE, I NEED YOU NOW"

Jessica, her hair still wet from her shower, came out of the master bedroom, tying her bathrobe together. "Jonny, calm down. What's wrong?"

Jonny shook his head slowly, breathing hard. "Its--it's Cal. He's gone."

Jessie looked at her husband for a minute, then frowned. "He's someplace dark. Have you asked Chance if he's safe?" The twins had an odd phenomena. It was nothing like the Fiztgerald twins--Jonny's partners and Jessie's good friends--who could hear each other's thoughts. Cal and Chance, however, could usually tell whether or not the other was safe.

Jonny nodded. "It was Chance who first said he was missing. He says he's hurt, but that's all I can get out of him."

Jessie frowned and started down the stairs to the once garage, now bedroom. "Chance?" She called, walking in. The boy was huddled in a corner, tears running blindly down his face.

"He's hurt, he's hurt, he's hurt, he's hurt," the boy chanted softly.

Jessie knelt down in front of him, taking his shoulders in her hands. This had happened only once before, and with the other twin.

Cal had suddenly started crying, then backed into a corner. A minute later he'd run out of the house, tearing across the lawn and racing toward the small ravine. Jonny had caught him just before he'd stepped into air, and Chance had been found twenty minutes later at the bottom with a broken leg.

Jessie turned her attention back to Chance, shaking him gently. Due to an accident when he was young he couldn't hear, and normally he didn't talk either. He'd stopped after his voice changed and he didn't know what it sounded like. It had taken many psychologists many hours to try and figure that out, when finally Chance had realized why everyone was so worried and explained why he'd stopped talking.

"Chance, sweetheart, talk to me."

The boy just kept staring into space, chanting the same mantra over and over.

"Jonny," Jessie called over her shoulder, "Open the outside door. Maybe he'll lead us to Cal."

Jonny hit the button and the garage door started to open, but Chance didn't even look up. Jonny shook his head slowly. "Maybe he's too far away?" He turned and walked back into the house, going to call reinforcements.

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Cal screamed again, arching his back in am attempt to make it stop hurting.

North watched with great interest, glad that finally his hunch was paying off.

When with the government Race Bannon had been injected with a serum that--if the following injections were given--should active something or other in the subconscious. This thing would--ideally--make him telepathic/telekinetic/clairvoyant. After all, free access to the subconscious could--theoretically--do that. (It had taken many years--and lots of money--to get this information.) Race Bannon never had the subsequent injections. He had one daughter, who had a latent power. Not fully linked to her subconscious, but from what North had heard, no one had gotten that far.

Originally the plan had been to simply get whatever it was that had given people these powers. Unfortunately, he'd been unable to get that information. His father had tried for years to make his own super humans, mixing animal DNA with human. All that had come of it were three cat-people who he couldn't control. So, Edan North was taking the smart way. Race Bannon's daughter had a latent power. So it seemed fairly safe to assume that her children would have latent powers too. His theory was proven when he did research, and found that the sons knew when the other was in danger. This meant two things: one, that he could probably make them gain their latent powers, and two, that he'd have to be very careful when he took only one of them.

Now, as the boy writhed on the floor of his tiny cell, Edan North smiled. He would succeed where his father had failed. Not his father's fault, of course. He just didn't have the technology. Edan did.

The boy screamed again, and North smiled. He would have his super-human.

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