Four superpowered escapees from the government on the run for freedom and fun.

Will they get caught or give into their addictions or struggle to reach for the stars with dreams of living their own lives?

Path of creation finding their way

Tral and Darick got to the meeting point just outside the facility without any further trouble. It seemed like all the soldiers had left the facility. 


Dusty was no where to be seen and not just because he be was invisible but because he was not there at all. 


Tral and Darick looked around calling out from him at a fairly loud volume. "Hey you old hillbilly. Where the hell are you at?" 


From behind them a lyrical voice "Are you planning on finding more trouble with all that racket?" Gara come out of a hallway with a large cooler in one hand and a smoke in the other. 


"Sis! It's good to have you back. Things are getting weird here, how's your end?" Tral asked excitedly. 


"Oh you know me.. I came, conquered and went shopping" She replied holding up the cooler showing its contents to Tral. "Damn sis.. you're just carrying around a head and a bunch of vials.. That's one hardcore shopping trip." 


Into the fire