• Broken • (1x1)

[Gene]

• Broken •




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Plot

A girl lives in Portland, Oregon. She is no ordinary girl, as she is an assassin. Not only that, but she has a gift that makes her better than most assassins, but no one knows that it is anymore than than skill. She races down the road on a motorcycle, going several miles above the speed limit. She doesn't wear a helmet; she lets the wind send her hair flying like a banner behind her. She seems to have a sixth sense - one that signals to her where the police are stationed, and she doesn't get caught. She never has. Despite her reckless driving, she has never had an accident. Until now.
Call it destiny, or just a coincidence. But the man is ilke her. He has an ability that he doesn't know about. She doesn't see him - a man crossing the street. He is what one would call a geek in both appearance and intelligence. She manages to slow down just enough so that he isn't severely injured and he makes a full recovery. Although she doesn't seem like the type to fall for a guy like him, she does, and they date for three months. It ends in a painful break-up. Only a few months afterwards, the girl is recruited to kill the same man. Being the genius that he is, he has discovered a lab. It is distributing food that gives people powers, much like the ones that they were both born with. She has to choose between killing him or letting him live - and what will happen when they discover their rapidly developing powers?




Character Sheet

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Main Characters


Ashley Rae Foster/19/Female/Fire-proof & can manipulate fire



James Alexander Hunter/17/Male/Can "talk" to machines

[Gene]

Full Name: Ashley Rae Foster
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Ability: Fire-proof and can manipulate fire
Other: Carries a lighter with her at all times and has a black-and-white tattoo of a flaming cross on her right shoulder

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Full Name:
James Alexander Hunter
Age:
seventeen
Gender:
male
Ability:
he can "talk" to machines

[skïttles]

James, or rather Alex, as he preferred to be called, was on his way to work when it happened. The crazy girl hit him on her motorcycle and his life changed in an infinite number of ways. It became...more. The beautiful blonde Ashley. The only fulfilling relationship that he had ever been in. "Alex! What are you doing?" Alex jumped when his coworker hit him on the back of the head with a comic book, blinking himself back into reality. He sighed when his eyes opened onto the familiar store that he had been working in for the past few months. Of course, Ashley was gone, she wasn't coming back. He pushed himself away from the desk, swiveling his chair to look at the ever-boring George. The owner of this dump. He liked to call it a comic book store, but Alex preferred to think of it as a prison. Many people didn't understand Alex's gift for everything to do with computers, but that was where he wanted to be. Working on computers. Alex flipped open his laptop, eyes briefly scanning the hundreds of files splayed across his desktop.

Moving the cursor up to the far corner, he opened one labelled 'SECRET'. Not the plainest name, and certainly something that would encourage opening, but Alex had many things to remember through his day. The window in front of him opened a code that could be used to open a live video feed of the experiments being done with the human genes. Alex had opened the code once, but he was too scared to do it again. What he had found was horrible. Worse than almost anything that he could imagine. Mainly mutations, but it also showed expreiments, and some brief times, the 'bakery'. Alex shuddered as his eyes scanned over the code. Where could he take it? It was a risky business, as he assumed that some government had something to do with the testing, and he was scared to find out if he was right. Alex ran a hand through his dark hair, later pressing his palms over his eyes. He was so tired. Every minute of sleep he had managed to get was filled with nightmares of what he had seen...save for this most recent dream of Ashley. Not that anyone could understand. No one listened to a geek who worked in a comic book store.

[Gene]

Ashley was sitting in a dark room on an uncomfortable wooden chair on one side of a matching desk. Her client was a big man, seated in a cushioned swivelling chair. He explained to her that it was only dark because he was having severe migraines lately. She knew that wasn't the case, though. It was to keep his identity safe. She was an assassin, and a very skilled one at that. Her prices ran high mainly because she could guarantee a clean murder without evidence and she tried to take as much money as she could. She put most of it into savings, but she did live in a very expensive house and could very easily buy the most costly car out there. But she loved her motorcycle and would never trade it in for a car. "I have a job for you," the man said in a deep, booming voice. She almost scoffed. Obviously he had a job for her, or she wouldn't be here. "I've heard of you." Another no-brainer. Lots of people heard about her - not in the general public, of course. Just the governments and similar associations. "You kill efficiently without asking questions, correct?"
"That's right," Ashley confirmed. The man chuckled, a most sinister noise.
"There were rumors that you were a woman. I am surprised." None of her clients saw her beforehand. Most only saw her while they were talking. "But why would a woman get into the assassin business?"
"I also require that my clients don't question me," she hinted, a bit snappy. "I don't have time to chat, as much as I'd like to. Other jobs, you understand."
"Naturally. Let me get right to the point, then. I would like you to kill a James Alexander Hunter. He lives about thirty miles from here in Portland, Oregon." He gave her more information about him - where he worked, his home address. Like she needed it. Her very bones were chilled when she thought that she might have to kill him. She had to admit that she still had feelings for him. She doubted herself for the first time in years. What the hell did you do, Alex? she asked mentally, as if he could hear her.
"What can you offer me?" Ashley asked, her voice quieter than she meant it to be. The man seemed to think she was 'getting in the zone' or something, because he didn't inquire about it.
"Seven hundred fifty thousand." A bit lower than she would have liked, but Ashley accepted it. She struggled to keep her cool as she bid him good bye and left the building, getting on to her motorcycle and zooming away. Her breathing came fast and her stomach flopped around uncontrollably. She didn't think she could do it. But if she didn't, the man would find out and they would both be in danger. Ashley started whispering to herself, reassuring herself that everything was going to be fine. It took her less than twenty minutes to race to Portland. She slowed down only slightly when she reached the beginning of the town and sped up when she passed the comic book store that she knew Alex worked at.

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Alex glanced at the clock again, a small smile touching his lips when he noticed the time. "I'm outta here," he grumbled, snapping the laptop closed and sliding it in his backpack. He faintly heard his boss mutter something as he dashed out the door, heading for home. Many said that Alex, since he still wasn't even past a backpack and worked in a comic book store, wasn't very mature. The truth was that it was his level of maturity and intelligence that made him act like such a juvenile. Alex shuffled into line with the rest of the crowd that was preparing to move across the crosswalk. When the light turned green, he moved along with the rest of the crowd without hardly having to walk. It was like this every day. The annoying truth that there were so many people in this damned city. Alex had always wanted to live in the country, but that wasn't going to happen on the salary that he had. His parents kicked him out of the house and paid for a month of apartment rent, but after that, he was on his own. He didn't own any sort of transportation, unless his feet were included and he usually always picked up a hotdog for breakfast and a hotdog for dinner, maybe something more elaborate if it was a payday. Alex continued to move through the city, bound towards his apartment.

He was completely unsuspecting of the danger upon his life, that anyone knew that he had discovered the files. When he got to the building, he took the elevator up to the third floor, traveling to the 147th room. He ruffled through his pockets, finally finding the key and opening the door. When he opened it, he was greeted with the ever-boring apartment room, random pieces of clothing strewn here and there on the floor, the stuffing of what used to be his couch with them. Immediately, his small, miniature Australian shepherd Maggie jumped on him. She still had some water on her whiskers when she licked him. She wasn't a real dog...Alex had created her, but she looked and acted like a normal dog. "Hey, Mags!" Alex greeted, leaning down so her soft pink tongue could lick his face and she could understand that he was okay. There was something about the dog that seemed more than intelligent. Kind of like Alex. Maybe it stemmed off of because he created her. She wouldn't rest until she knew that everything was okay. Alex ran his fingers through her creamy-red hair, reminding himself once more that she wasn't real. It was impossible to tell that she was artificial. When he went deeper into the apartment, he noticed the cushions on the couch were in front of the TV again, the remotre beside them and the TV on. "Mags, you know television is bad for you," Alex warned, pointing an angry finger at the small dog.

[Gene]

Ashley zoomed around the city aimlessly, just trying to get her thoughts together. One quality that made her so well-liked amongst people that needed the help from assassins was that she did it quick. She completed the mission as soon as she could after they gave her the information. That reputation had circulated already and it was therefore safe to assume that her most recent client knew. So she had to kill him before the end of tomorrow, or he would know. He would know that she didn't murder Alex and then she'd be hunted down. She made up her decision when she was two miles away from his apartment. She went slower than she needed to and waited patiently at each stop light and sign as she made her way there. She didn't want to do this - not at all. But it would be better if she killed him instead of a random guy killing both of them. She implanted lies into her head, lies about him. She tried to convince herself that he was too smart for his own good, and that he lacked common sense even though he was so intelligent in other ways because he was the one that got run over by a motorcycle.

With a heavy heart and a miserable sigh, Ashley parked her motorcycle about a block away and walked down the sidewalk. She normally killed people with the dagger she always had hidden away in her leather jacket, but spilling Alex's blood with the same knife that had spilled so many others didn't seem right. He was different from every other one of her targets. She planned on getting her hands on some scissors or a kitchen knife or something. It wouldn't be hard to get him to let her enter his apartment, but she had to come up with some reason to show up there. It hurt her pride to do it, but she knew she was going to have to say something about rebuilding their relationship. Too fast, she showed up in front of his apartment door. She stared at it blankly, numbly, for almost five minutes before reaching up her fist to knock. She hesitated, but did so three times and put her hands into her jacket pockets, waiting. She tried not to think of the horrible deed she was about to do.

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Alex turned when he heard the knock on the door. No one ever knocked onhis door unless he was late on his rent, and he wasn't. "Wait a minute!" he called, beginning towards the door. On his way he tripped over another couch cushion, turning in the air as he tumbled to the ground. At least his reflexes weren't that bad, he was so clumsy he would be dead by now if they were slow. Outside, a loud thump could be heard. "Ow, [censored]!" Alex exclaimed. He slowly pulled himself to his feet, limping the first few steps. Finally, he reached the door again, and when he leaned up to look through the small window on the door, he couldn't believe his eyes. Alex tripped backwards, falling down again. He scrambled to his feet, opening the door and trying to pull it open, instead, realizing that the chain was locking it still and nearly losing his balance. "Ashley!" he exclaimed, fumbling with the lock before finally unlatching it. He looked pretty bad, dark rings under his eyes, messed up hair, clothes pretty unmatching. Somehow he still possessed the geeky look though. "What-what are you doing here?" he asked after a bit , confusion entering his expression.

[Gene]

Ashley smiled at the sounds that could be heard coming from inside. She half-expected his dog to start barking at him, trying to see if he was alright. He was always like that. She wasn't sure what it was about his clumsiness, but it always made her grin. Of course, she also liked it when a man knew his way around and didn't trip on his own feet. One was cute, the other stylish. It came down to whether or not she could handle a huge ego, as the one that was a smooth talker and walker would have one. She couldn't keep her smile from becoming even wider when he tried to open the door, failed, and then had more difficulties before he finally unhooked the chain and opened it. She ignored how he looked, because she didn't really care. She wasn't here to figure out how he was handling the break up after these long weeks. Ashley raised an eyebrow at him without smiling. Some would think she was disapproving, but the look in her eye assured the people that looked closer that she was not - she was only amused. "No 'hi, Ashley, good to see you'?"

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"Uh-" Before he could finish, Maggie was at his side, her teeth bared, snarling at Ashley. She didn't even know that Maggie wasn't 'real', and Alex was somehow proud of himself for that. Danger! Danger! Danger! The sudden noise in his head stunned him into silence, so loud that he had to press his hand to the temple. What was it? The words continued to repeat themselves, each time increasing in intensity. "I-I'm sorry Ashley, I have to go," he gasped, slamming the door unintentionally. Alex curled over against it, holding his throbbing head in his hands. His eyes were closed tightly, breath coming in short gasps. Ashley would probably think he was acting or something, trying to avoid talking to her. That wasn't true. Suddenly, the female voice disappeared and Alex was returned to his normal state of mind. Or, normal to him. Maggie came up to him, her tongue once again carressing his face. "Did you hear that, Mags?" he murmured, letting his head fall back against the door. He couldn't open it again, even if she knocked again. It would be humiliating. Not that he didn't appear an idiot already, but this would actually embarrass him. That hardly ever happened.