Sensation
Environmental Awareness: Superior
It seems so cliche. A dank dark alley i sit in when my brain begins to feel warm. I sit and sit and sit until it hits me. Like a white flash across my eyes. I feel and see something for a brief second. A crime, a criminal i see it in my brain and lose it. But my body knows where to go. I force myself to try to sense it again but I can't. It's as if my body and my unconcious are working against me. But i run still. The sensation will always lead me to my ambition.
Sensation
Danger Sense: Superior
I get there. It could be many things. Teenagers over a crying girl, an armed robbery with people running away from the scene, a simple shop lifting. Something forces me to go to the evil. It draws me like a black hole. The thrill of of the confortation. The taste of justice, it tastes like crap, a lingering tingle in my mouth that I can't get enough of. I hope I can find out why I can't help myself.
Truth
Illusion Creation: Supreme
The gun in my right hand is called "Truth." The name popped out of my mind when i saw it drag out the guilt of a man who killed his family. I tracked him down to a train yard and pulled the trigger, the gruesome act replayed around us as the bullet hit him sqaure in the chest. He curled up in the fetal position afterwards, demanding for forgiveness from me. I simply stood there, unfazed at the occurence. Sometimes I think of putting Truth to my own head but I don't know what it would do to me.
Justice
Spellcraft: Superior
- Ranged Attack Only
- Area Affect
The gun in my left hand, It's name is "Justice." The name just popped in my head one day but I remember when I first used it. It was a pickpocket in a mall that i cornered in the back hallways of the shipping area. he saw me pull out the gun and put his hands up in mercy when i pulled the trigger. The gun unleashed a fire ball, which burned and charred his hands. It seems the gun enjoys to deal out punishment against the wicked, deciding to destroy the criminal based on his or her crime. Sometimes I wonder what it would do to me.
The Answer
Iron Will: Ultimate
The sensations grow stronger. Like forest fires in my head. The pick and burn my brain. I see things, new things. As I take down each criminal I see a single frame from a movie of the answer. It goes by slowly. In my sleep it flashes by like a flip book, each new image slowly going by as I scream and wake up. I'm too close to give up. I'll never give up. Now when I can finally figure out what is wrong with me.
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