The sirens coming up from behind them were what first alerted Jack and his father to the fact that the police had been watching them, and now knew of their -attempted- escape.
"Shit," his father called as they legged it down a small side-street, "wish I knew my way around London..."
"Left here!" Jack yelled suddenly, for a thought had come, unbidden, to him and he knew for some reason that he had to do it, "Go Left... NOW!"
Jack and his dad made a sharp left, dodging just in front of a Police Car coming up from behind them.

As they continued running, his father grimaced and sighed as they neared the end of the alleyway.
"This bag is suitcase is slowing me down," he gasped as they rounded a bend and saw, to their dismay, a duo of police cars coming up behind them, "I need to drop it."
Jack nodded slightly and shook his head to clear it. His brain felt like it was pounding in his skull and, what scared him slightly and made him confused, it felt almost like there was someone else inside his skull.
"S-s-sure Dad," he said disjointedly as they ran, "but-"
He cut off and slowed for a brief second as his dad dropped the suitcase. He felt like his own consciousness had been shunted aside and that someone else, no, something else was now in control of him.

As the police cars neared them, Jack felt his mouth being forced into a slight grin.
"But," the voice that was his, yet not his, said, "you're slowing me down, so..."
Inside, Jack gasped as he felt his arms snake out and push his dad in the shoulder. Caught off balance, and running at such a fast speed, made his dad gasp and trip on a paving stone, as what he thought was his son tripped him and legged it away. Jack didn't see what happened to his dad after that, for his head was turned away then, but he heard it.
The police cars had been so close behind them that, when 'Jack' had pushed his dad and he had fallen, they hadn't had time to slow down and so Jack's dad was hit at full pelt. The crunch of the body hitting the car, and the momentary scream of pain would haunt Jack, the actual Jack, for the rest of his life.

The cars slowed and stopped to see the damage done, and 'Jack' ran as fast as he could away, crying on the inside the whole time.

Jack was still on the run.
The police, it seemed, has stopped actively chasing him, but wherever he turned there seemed to be one on every corner.
"What's with the inordinate amount of police," he wondered aloud, passing not too far from the school where the commotion was happening but ignoring the screams and shouts from the crowd, "its almost like they're following me though, they pop up in the strangest of places..."
Looking around, an idea came to him and he made sure there was no-one watching him (they were all watching the kidnapping) and he ducked into the bushes opposite the school.
Sitting down, he closed his eyes and reached into his backpack and drew out a book. The book he had chosen was one of Professor Evans', the one his father had given him before they had left for England, and he opened the cover and, after checking the index, flicked to a chapter entitled "The Manifestations of Evil"
Sitting with his back to a tree he began to read, totally enraptured in his book. He did not notice the man creeping up behind him, and he only registered a brief moment of shock, and annoyance at having dropping his book, when he was hit on the back of the head and fell down, unconscious.

OCC : This one's pretty long.

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Tioce was again surrounded by darkness. This time, when she woke up, she found herself tied up in a chair in the middle of a dark gray room. A small dim lightbulb was dangling from the ceiling. The walls were dark gray except for pictures of young teenagers. One picture showed a beautiful girl with lustrous light brown hair and bright blue eyes. Below her was a piece of scotch tape stuck on the wall labeled "Dawn Turner".
Another picture showed a young man with blondish-brown hair. He had light brown eyes. Below him was another scotched tape stuck up labeled "Jack Hisagi".
Tioce kept on looking at the pictures of young kids and adults. One was labeled "Rene Skylar." Why did they look so familiar? Why were they posted up on the wall?
And why is Tioce in this blank room, nothing to do but stare at the pictures in familiarity. She looked in awe, asking herself many questions that were so difficult to answer.
All of sudden, the floor started to sink. What was happening? Tioce panicked. If she was going to die, she would be wiling to do so. But she needed to survive this situation. The floor was not melting, just tramsforming lower to the ground. The walls were soon dark brown, with a disgusting scent coming from them.
The floor stopped, or so Tioce called it an elevator, and the wall in front of Tioce transformed. It opened into a door, showing a bright, white room, even brighter than the hospital room that Tioce was in for about what seems years ago. Two men in black came toward her. They looked both identical -- Black hoods covering their identity, and a black robe covering their body.
The first man took out an odd looking knife and sliced the rope that had Tioce tied up. The other man took Tioce by the arm and shoved her to the bright hallway.
The two men took Tioce to another room where three men in white robes held a odd touch computer that was shaped like a clipboard. One of them looked up. He adjusted his glasses, his eyes peering at Tioce. He then ordered the two men to leave.
The two men left, leaving Tioce in the middle of the room. She waited until the same man looked up, who asked, "Give us something that gets you mad, or as if you teenagers say, "pissed off."
Tioce thought. Annoying gay men pissed her off, so she suggested that. The man typed into his clipboard, and automatically a hologram beside Tioce appeared.
It was a man, probably shemale. He looked gay, just as Tioce presumed. He started to annoy Tioce with pushes and whinings. Tioce got so mad, she didn't realized what she just did. A ball of white light appeared in Tioce's hand, and she threw it in anger at the gay man.
The gay man immediately disappeared, much to Tioce's relief. But she didn't realized she just threw a ball of light at a hologram.
The men in white robes murmured to each other, and then one man typed into his clipboard. Tioce was immediately knocked out, dragged to another room, with no one there but a stray little cat.

There was just an hour left before Ray was to give his presentation. The image of his parents photo was still in his head. Why did they hide that last Lecture by Evans? Did they die because of what they did with it?
Ray knew now that they had in fact been friends with Professor Evans. That book showed them and Evans with many other people, like they were some kind of secret society.
Ray just had to watch the lecture, so he decided to call back home.
No one picked up the phon at the Sander estate. Donavon must have been out, or even still asleep, so he left a quick message.
"Donavon. I need you to find something for me. a video my parents got a long time ago not long before they died. It's one with Professor Evans in it. Please find it for me."
Thirty minutes left until his own lecture. Ray head out toward the Hall the University had set aside for him. The trip was not long. The suite he was staying at was only a two minute drive away.
Fifteen minutes left until his time to go up to the podium. He stood outside of the hall waiting. Everyonec in a while he would look in. To his surprise more an more people were coming in and taking there seats. Many were students, probably recieving some extra points for coming to this. Some were teachers, probably curious about what he had to say. The rest he recognized as those that went to the university when he did. other "deciples" of Evans.
It was now time. The Dean of Science walked out to the front of the room and introduced Ray.
Ray stepped into the large room. It was like a small theatre the way it was set up. the lights were dimmed and a spot light shown on him. behind him was the projector screen on wich he could show his examples.
"I thank you all for coming," he said into his mic. "I am here, today to talk about one of the most important Ideas that was presented to us all by the late Professor Evans. I am here to tell you about the advance technology we as a human race are ready for..."
Ray continued his lecture for more than an hour. When it was over there was no applause, just silnce as people began to get up to leave the room. Some of them stunned at the possibilities, while others just didn't care. It was to be expected.
But one thing did surprise him. Two men walked up to him. One he recognized as a classmate a few years back.
"Professor Sanders-"
"Oh I'm not a professor, so just call me Ray. How can I help you?"
"We would like you to come with us for a couple hours. I believe we have something you'll want to see."

Jack woke up in a groggy haze, and to a whirring sound, almost like that of helicopter blades, but not as violent or as loud.
"Whe-" he tried to speak but for some reason his throat felt numb, loose, almost not like his throat, but like he had someone else's throat attached to his body.
"We would like to speak with you." A tall man in a black robe -Jack couldn't see his face because it was covered with a hood- said shortly in a deep gravelly tone.
"Yo-" again, Jack tried and failed to speak, but then he felt it. Deep inside of him, something that was both him, yet not him started to rise up.
As it rose, Jack began to struggle in earnest, fighting against whatever drugs they had given him and, he noticed to some surprise- the ropes they had tied him down with.

Then, when he cold fight no more, the 'Other Jack' came out and spoke.

"Who the hell are you," it said in a disgusted tone of voice, "and what do you want with my this one?"
"It is you that we wish to speak to," the other man said in a light tone, almost an offset to the first man's voice, "for we wish to know the full extent of your powers."
"Protection from you thugs and whatever drug you gave the boy thats for sure," the other one said dryly, "but, if you really want to know, how about we-" he strained for a moment, the felt his eyebrows rise.
"But, how-"
"We have sealed all extra-phenomenal powers in this room," one of the men said, "so whatever skills you may posess will not work to help you escape now. We are in control, and you leave when we say so."
The other Jack grunted and sighed.
"Whatever," it said in a bored tone, "I'll play ball. But not today. Tomorrow."
"You," the first man said, with what sounded like a hint of a smile in his voice, "are not calling the shots. We are. You play now."
And a shock of electricity ran through the chair that Jack was tied too, eliciting a conjoined scream from both Jack and his other side. Jack knew now, that when the 'Other Jack' felt pain, he would too. But the only thing they could do, was to bear it and fight it.
'Eventually the men will make a mistake,' the other one thought to him, 'and when they do, that is when we strike! You must trust me if we are to succeed however. And the first step of trust, is knowing the others name.'
The connection of thought broke for a moment as a new wave of pain ran through them, then was briefly reconnected just before the pain became to intense for thought.
'My name,' the other said, 'is Jin, and I am here to help you become strong.'