Little bit alternate history, because capeshit is real, but nothing that wouldn't be treated like ufo conspiracies.
superhero comics and movies are a thing, but the protagonist has not had the opportunity to indulge in any such media, not really.
The protagonist is 16 and the year is around 2000, just so we don't have to worry about too much cameras and social media going on and have a more classic story, but who knows where we go with this?

Also, English isn't my native language, so you can correct me on everything. I'd actually prefer it so I can give you a better reading experience.
Unfortunately, I have a dynamic IP so I will lose my editing rights immediately, and I'll use different stuff to mark certain things

>>3358095
>>french
>Ignore them
>Boy

>>3358095
>spanish
>off road
>girl

>>3358098
>french
>Ignore them
>Boy

>>3358095
>french
>Turn around to face them
>Girl

>>3358095
>french
>Ignore them
>Boy


Holy shit a quest that could be interesting and won't die in chargen due to people picking girl and leaving.

>>3358114
>>3358223
>>3358303
>>3358313
>>3358314
>french
>ignore them
>boy

Even though each ring sets you on edge, you will just bear it for now. You thought about shortcutting through the thicket and run home, but that would only trigger their chase reflex, dogs that they are.

Their ringing didn't stop until they catch up with you. “Hey, Lanky.”

Thankfully, they only decided to slow down to a walking pace beside you and weren't actively blocking your path.

>“Hey, Wayne.”
>“Hey, [write-in insult].”
>Continue to ignore them.
>Go off road and into the thicket.

>>3358319
>“Hey, Wayne.”

>>3358319
>>Continue to ignore them.

>>3358319
>>“Hey, Wayne.”

>>3358327
>>3358455
writing

>>3358327
>>3358455
You've been in this situation often enough and know how to handle it. You can stall them for long enough until you're home. Don't escalate the situation for any reason. “Hey, Wayne.” You nod to him, even giving him a semblance of a smile.

Wayne was the de facto leader of his little assortment of morons. It's his pig-like face you see when you imagine Dudley Dursley. Oversized in every dimension, at least twice your weight. Only in height you two are equals.
You look over to Jacob and Oliver, neither of which you've ever seen alone to know how they would fare without having given orders. You're pretty sure if one would look deep into their eyes one could see the back of their skulls.

“Why, what kind of tone was that?” Oliver opens for Jacob to mimic your voice in an not entirely accurate manner, “Hey, Wayne.”
Wayne looks over to them shortly as they laugh to themselves before returning his attention to you. “You mockin' me?”

Can you salvage this?
>Time to bail.
>“No!” [1d100 – low threshold]
>say something else [1d100 - unknown threshold]

»He will not be easily convinced.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>3358508
Just look at him and speak deadpan.
"I've already been kneed in the balls by a giant Mexican guy thinking I was someone else and punched in the face. I wasn't mocking you, but if you feel like kicking the shit out of me its not like I can stop you."

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>3358508
>What are you guys doing today?
Maybe we could join them. Make some friends.

>>3358848
something sensible to say so I'm gonna use it.
I actually planned it to be roll low though, so I allow another roll.

Rolled 13 (1d100)

>>3358893

>>3358922
thank you, writing

>>3358848
>>3358922
This is bad.
You muster up some courage to shrug. “Not really,” you say and look at him from the side to see he was not entirely convinced he would use this as material to do something. “What are you guys doing today?”, you ask then. Maybe keeping him talking would be a good thing. Distract them long enough until you're home.

Wayne shrugs too. “Don't know. Haven't made up our minds yet. Just drivin' around, you know how it is.” You don't own a bike, and he knows it. “Maybe go to the arcade later.” You don't have that kind of money either. “You're coming, right?” And he puts you into a lose-lose situation. All you can really do is deny him.

What do you say?
>“Sure, I'll be there.” (lie)
>“No, because... [write-in]”

>>3358955
"I can't today. I bought my dad some bread and he'll be really upset if I didn't get it to him. He might even come after one of you if he found out you guys distracted me. With you guys bein' so nice to me today and all, I wouldn't want him after any of you guys."

>>3358955
>I don't have the money to go to the arcade and even if I did I know my dad would say no.

>>3358983
>>3358955
This

>>3358983
>>3359011
writing

>>3358968
>>3358983
>>3359011
You have to go with your go-to excuse. Your father. He holds some sort of authority over other people and has threatened to shoot them more than once to shoot them would they pass the fence he put up around the trailer. Of course, then you were in trouble for even being weak and getting bullied in the first place.

“Can't,” you start and lift up the bag with the pastries. “Bought dinner, and dad expects me back soon. I doubt he would approve of me spending money at an arcade either, you know?”

Facing Wayne again you see how the gears in his head are turning. Maybe he was thinking something akin to making you be late, but eventually he shakes his head and says, “whatever, Lanky.” One last jab by using that nickname and he nods his lackeys to follow him as he speeds up a little, and a weight falls off your heart.

Wayne didn't get far though as the car that was coming down the road gives off a single loud 'whoop' and comes to a halt besides the four of you. It's a police car.

What the fuck is police doing out here?

The windows get rolled down and a young officer in his early twenties greets you. “Hey, fellas.” Is he for real? “Could anyone tell me if you recognize this girl?”, he nods to the back seat, “I got the name of this place out of her but not much else?”

Please, let it not be that way.

Your eyes meet for but a second before your sister avoids to meet your gaze. An expression of terror on her face, an expression you almost take on as well. If police brings her home, she's dead.

What do you do?
>Don't talk to police, deny everything.
>Admit she's your sister.

>>3359090
She can find her own way home. I doubt this is the first time.

>>3359090
Never talk to the cops.

>>3359101
>>3359107
writing

>>3359101
>>3359107
You were about to say you don't know her until you see Wayne's expression. His face was contorted into a cruel smile, one you know all too well. A hint of glee sparks when he sees your expression as well. All he had to do was smile into the police car, lift his hand into a small wave and say, “Hey, Cammy.”

“Of course we know her,” Leaning up again, he pats your back. His hand making contact with you like a speeding train and you stumble forward a little. “She's his sister. Isn't that right, buddy?”

You swallow hard before you nod. “Yeah, she's my sister...”

The officer looks at you and then back to Cam. “That's your brother, young girl?”, he asks in vain. Cam barely talks, she never did, not even with you. And at the moment she was completely paralyzed and didn't even move a muscle. Just like you, every fiber of her being was shouting at her how bad this was.

Your back was abused once more. You almost forgot Wayne was even there, so you stumble again but didn't fall. “Well, you got it from here on out. See you around.” And he drives off.

After getting no response from Cam the Officer turns to you again. “Your sister was caught shoplifting scratch cards.” Dear god, no. If it had at least been merchandise one could return. “I'm gonna have to talk to your parents.”

what do you do?
>deny her being your sister. No, wait, you already confirmed it, fuck.
>panic
>lead him home
>tell him your dad isn't home. Then he will ask for contacts and then the police... no, bad idea.
>try to convince him to let her go without talking to your dad.

>>3359147
>try to convince him to let her go without talking to your dad.
Well, we're already in the shit. May as well do what we can to come out unscathed. Not that I like our odds.

>>3359158
>>3359147
What’s the worst that happens?

>>3359158
roll 1d100, roll low

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>3359195

Rolled 54 (1d100)

>>3359195

>>3359158

>>3359223
Options field my man

Rolled 1 (1d10)

>>3359195

>>3359193
What’s the worst that happens?
Your father is prone to get physical real quick. Your usual strategy was to avoid him or do whatever he says. He has beaten either of you before, and the worst offense is if, whatever it was you did, will cost him money.
The only reason he goes easy on you was to not have to pay a hospital fee. He goes even easier on Cam since she was a girl and only 11, but shee too had to get a cast after breaking his favourite mug.

>>3359230
nice try, but it's a d100, and I take the first roll on things the character is not proficient in

>>3359214
>26
writing

>>3359239
I mean the worst that happens from attempting to keep the Cop from dad. Worst case if ends up the very way it would from the start, best we avoid it altogether.

“Is that really necessary? It was just some scratch cards.” You try to give him the most convincing smile you can muster up. If you try it, you could succeed and have her get free, if you fail... well then the same thing happens that would if you don't try it either.

“I'm afraid it wasn't 'just some scratch cards', son.” the officer gives you a smile as if to apologize. “She was caught in the act this time and the shop owner claimed she stole from him previously. He claims it to be destruction of property and tries to get her for underage gambling too, but that won't stick. The issue is that she was very systematic when she grabbed the cards. It was planned, not an impulse grab. I really need to talk to your parents.”

You're not getting around this. No matter how bad you are at social interactions, even you can tell as much. “I understand”, you give in. Any excuse you could come up with wouldn't hold up on a double check, and you you fear of what might happen if dad finds out you dragged this out by lying to him and the police while not resolving anything. “Follow me.”

“Can't have you run in front of me while I'm in a car. Hop on in.”

You close your eyes and let your options flow through your head, but eventually settle on getting in. and leading him home. Blood was rushing through your ears and you could barely hear him while he tries to make conversation.

The car stops in front of your trailer and you get out. Officer Jackson opens the door for your sister as well, but she wouldn't step out of the car, a move you can understand very well, but it's not going to help her case.

You're aware of every step you take, and how the gravel was crunching underneath your feet. Your hand was shaking as it moves up to the door handle to open it up. The TV was running, a nature documentary was on, and your dad didn't turn around when you enter. “I heard a car.” He states in an accusatory way.

What will you do?
>write-in

didn't want to be too railroady as everything lead here anyway so I skipped some meaningless decisions.
Also calling it for the day and heading to sleep now.

>>3359373
>”Policeman’s outside”
Short and on the nose

>>3359397
this

>>3359397
This.

>>3359397
Support

>>3359397
>>3359465
>>3359989
>>3360069
You wanted to protect Cam, of course, but you've never felt quite this level of powerlessness. “Police's outside...” you state in response, causing his head to turn to you. Unable to face him you move to the kitchen counter and put down the plastic bag with the bread inside.

“Say that again”, he demands after having put the TV on mute. “S͔̮â̭̘̺ͯy̠̆ t͝h̵̟͕̼ă͘t̞̬̐̈ ̸a̮ga̫͔i͎̐̕n͍.” The words resonate within your had and you had no option but comply.

“Police's outside.” “T̪͊͝el̫͔̗͂ͫ̔͠l ̠͔͂̓͛m͖̝ȩ͈̖̣ w͔̾hy̐̀̌.” This time you didn't lose a second to respond. “Cam got caught shoplifting.”

The chair scrapes over the floor as his form rises up in the corner of your eyes. Your eyes firmly nailed on a dirty plate in the sink, but well aware of what was happening around you. “Shoplifting?” His voice seems collected, but you can feel the entire room vibrating. He was about to explode. “Shoplifting?”, he repeats once more. You grab a sponge and start cleaning the plate. “You look at me, boy.”

Moisture is pressed out of the sponge as your hand clenches into a fist. You realize what you were doing and quickly drop the sponge to turn around. “Yes, sir.” You hold eye contact for a moment. The same green eyes you have are staring you down, twitching a little. But you hold your ground and don't show him any weakness this time. If you want to help Cam you need to be on his good side. So you concentrate hard on him.

“G͞o to̴ y͚̥̺o͝u͡r room and, ahh... listen to some music.”

You felt some connection to him. Like a mental link you couldn't put your finger on how you'd describe it, and suddenly his words seem like they don't carry any authority to them at all. It's the first time you've seen him so unsure, even slurring his words slightly.

He moves out the door to face the police officer and Cam while your eyes go back into the house. Your room was further in, so you wouldn't be able to eavesdrop on them. He didn't seem like he was paying you any mind anymore and you could easily follow him to the door.

What will you do?
>Eavesdrop
>Go to your room

>>3360483
>Eavesdrop
Did we mind fuck him?

>>3360483
>Eavesdrop

>>3360494
Other way around I reckon

>>3360494
>>3360495
writing

>>3360497
who knows?

>>3360495
>>3360494
You decide to follow him slightly, hiding behind the door and eavesdropping on their conversation. Whatever link you had earlier was gone, and the mere thought of something like that was ridiculous. Your dad was back to his usual confident self as he talks to the policeman. That was until something weird happened.

“I've͟ ̧álre̸ady̴ p͘a͠i͜d the̶ f͜ine͜.”
“I- I don't know.”
“Yoù rem͟eḿb͡eŕ me p̨ay̛ing.̛”
“Of course, Sir.”

What? He didn't take money with him when walking out.

“But I'm still not sure if I can release
“I'ḿ a͟ loving ̀f͜a̧t̨he̛r̸, you ͠have n̡o̡ r̛easo̕n to sųspe̡c̀t ̕me̶ of abu͟s͘ing my̡ ̛ch̀il̸dren.“
“No, of course not.”

Something was going on, you're sure of it. But actually putting it into words would make you seem crazy. Your dad could control people with his mind. Then why didn't you go back to your room? There was no such thing as mind control. Don't be stupid. You're just... interpreting something incorrectly. Then again, you have never really heard your dad talk without him knowing you were listening in. Maybe... No. Wait, didn't he make the Officer Jackson believe he already paid a fine?

You need to listen to their conversation further. Unfortunately there no other point comes up where your father says something creepy until the very end.

“Come to me, Cam.” Then there was a small pause, undoubtedly because she was not actually moving. This time you were prepared. “I said, com̧e t̷o͢ m̕e.” You remain calm. It's like you've finally peeked behind a curtain of a magical act. A curtain you didn't even know was there previously.

The police car's door gots snapped shut and you hear the gravel crunch under two sets of feet.

No, no, no. You retreat back to the kitchen sink. What do you do now?

>>3360632
>Go up to our room and listen to some fucking music

>>3360632
Continue eavesdropping. Have the French learning tape on at a low volume.

>>3360712
This.

>>3360712
>>3360828
and writing

>>3360712
>>3360828
He told you to go to your room and listen to music. Does he know it doesn't work if one is just eavesdropping? Then again it didn't work on you when he specifically told you to go to your room- You should go to yourr room to keep up that appearance.

You hurry to your and Cam's room and basically jump on your bed to get the discman, not even bothering to unknot the cables properly before putting the headphones on. What CD was even in right now? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xMaE6toi4mk But before you could hit play you hear Cam cry out from the other room.

>stay in your room
>go back out

>>3360888
>go back out
protect little sis i guess

>>3360888
>go back out

But leave the music stuff running for a quick alibi and stay hidden

>>3360888
>go back out
>Khornate trips
What could it mean?

>>3360918
it's not like people actually notice whether or not someone listens to music with headphones unless they are really loud

>>3360924
blood for the blood god
skulls for the skull throne
milk for the Khornflakes

>>3360899
>>3360918
>>3360924
writing

>>3360929
I'm paranoid!

>>3360899
>>3360918
>>3360924
No, you can't stay in your room. He's going to hurt her. Seriously this time. You can't just sit idly by and do nothing. Even though you don't know what you're going to do when you actually are outside. Fact is, he doesn't need mind control powers to keep either of you in check. But before a proper thought has formed in your mind you are already at the corner to the living room.

You felt disconnected from the world around you as you observe Cam getting slapped and falling down on all fours, tears streaming all over her face. All while your Dad was seemingly screaming his lungs out of how he provides for you, only asking of you to respect and obey him in return, and how he tried to be nice.

“But oh, no no no. You think I'm not doing enough for you. You need to be a fucking thief to get what you want? How spoiled can you get, thinking you're entitled for more when giving me nothing but grief!”

He moves to his jacket, taking out a hunting knife, only noticing you when he turns around again. “And you!” Here it comes. “What the fuck do you think you're doing?!” Concentrate. “I told you to
go ͂tŏ yͮŏu̓r ͊r̄oo̊m̄.”

You only take a single step backwards around the corner and out of his sight, an act he was seemingly content with as he returns his attention back to Cam. “And you little brat. This time I give you something to remember this lesson hereby,” He grabs her hand, making her lose balance and almost slamming to the floor. “Now every time you go to reach out with that filthy hand of yours you will remember not to disappoint your father. You̸ w̷ill r̢ęmemb̷er ev̀ery ţime ͟yo̴u réach̸ out ͞wit͟h yo͜ur ha̸nd.

Once again you peek across the corner. Cam's hand was slammed down on the table, fingers spread apart, while he put the knife down as if to cut down her pinky.

>Intervene. How?
>Say something. What?

»You're in his blind spot, he won't see you coming.
»The nearest blunt object serving as a weapon is an empty beer bottle.
»His shotgun is by the door, but you'd have to cross the entire room for it.

>>3361006
>the nearest blunt object is an empty beer bottle
silently grab it and knock him out, he's obviously going to mutilate is otherwise

>>3361006
Backing
>>3361010

>>3361010
This

>>3361010
>>3361021
>>3361033
bottle it is
give me a 1d100

Rolled 88 (1d100)

>>3361040

You grab one of the nearby empty bottles, and they clang together as you take a firm hold of it, even dropping one down on the floor.

He, of course, takes notice of it and turns around slowly while you're frozen in place. “There goes your element of surprise, son.” The grip he has on both Cam's hand and the knife tightens, and he looks to your makeshift weapon while showing off his own. “You think you can take me with that bottle of yours? Think being a hero will pay off for you?”

You had been prepared to deal with him trying to control your mind again, not with him trying to... talk. Your eyes go to Cam shortly, who is pleading with her eyes at you, before facing your father again.

“Let her go,” you press out.

“Yeah?”, he mocks, “what do you think is going to happen if you swing that bottle?”

>write in

>>3361194
Oh damnit, roll under?

>"Keep hurting Cam and we'll find out."

>>3361194
Throw the bottle at him and rush for the gun?
Do we know why our sister stole those scratchers? How does the rolling system work?

>>3361222
What if we break the glass first? Then we could stab him.

>>3361298
Bottles really aren’t that easy to break anon

>>3361194
>>3361222
Bluster works sometimes, support

>>3361298
It's roll under for which I have a hidden threshold
and you only get a single roll for things the protagonist is not proficient in, or if his emotions get the better of him. When it comes to things he's more proficient in you get more dice

>>3361222
>>3361298
>>3361307
writing

>>3361307
Beer bottles are made of glass. Glass can be shattered against the wall, ground or edge. Then you stab someone with the sharp bits. Why would a beer bottle be hard to shatter?
You sure bluster would work on a sixteen year old scrawny kid?

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>>3361307
forgot image

>>3361307
>>3361325
A beer bottle is easy enough to shatter, but it's super fucking hard to break off just the bottom of it. There's a good chance you'll shatter the whole thing and cut your hand. It would actually be easier if the bottle wasn't empty.

Just be confident. He was testing you... or something. “Keep hurting Cam and you'll find out.”

He laughs, “she has to be taught a lesson! And so do you.”, and rams the knife down on the back of her hand. Cam just opens her mouth. You have either gone deaf from the blood rushing in your ears or she doesn't make a sound. All you could hear was his voice resonating within your head. “Don't ͂ͦm̵̉̏o̊̒v͑̍ͬë̢́,̽̾ͬ ͤb̧oͯ̎y̧͆͐!”

>Break free of his control, throw the bottle, go for the shotgun. [1d100 for each, best of 3 to break free]

Rolled 97, 80, 17 = 194 (3d100)

>>3361352
I'm not sure how much we're supposed to roll but I'll do 3.

Rolled 66 (1d100)

>>3361352
there

>>3361363
I don't think that's how it's done.

Rolled 22 (1d100)

>>3361352
Damn

>>3361352
do we know why our sister stole those scratchers?

>>3361363
>>3361367
3 actions, only the first best of three, so 5 rolls in total

for now 66 to break free, 80 to throw, 17 to grab the shotgun

but breaking free is not yet bo3

>>3361369
>>3361363
>22
>80
>17
writing

>>3361372
nope, probably to win money?

>>3361363
>>3361369
It came almost easy to you to ignore the control he was trying to exert on you, the rage you feel from having failed to protect her disabled any notion of still following his orders. Next thing you know was that the bottle from your hand was flying in his direction but harmlessly shatters on the wall.

“I sȃ͊i̍̔̈dͤ͋ dón̢̈̃'̄̈́͐̀t̡ ͗m͟ỏve!”

But you don't care for his words and jump through the room to the only real weapon present. The shotgun. You know he keeps it loaded too, he never has it not loaded. But it was his downfall now. Not having expected you to go for it he wasn't close to you to try and grab it from you.

He only stares you down for a moment, estimating whether or not you had the guts to shoot him. And the hesitation you had was all it took for him to grab Cam again and put her protectively in front of him. But before you could even say anything Cam disappeared.

“Powers then, huh?”

>shoot
>stall
>write-in

>>3361413
>shoot

>>3361413
>shoot
Brainwash this.

>>3361420
>>3361502
risky move
two separate d100 please

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>3361526

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>3361526
Fuck

>>3361536
>>3361564
well... writing
last update for the night

>>3361420
>>3361502
>>3361536
>>3361564
You pull the trigger and immediately get reminded of the recoil the shotgun has. And that you should wear ear protection. And never shoot in small rooms.

Your ears ring so bad you even have to close your eyes and take a moment to reorient yourself.

The first thing you see was your father who let himself fall back onto the chair and was now using it as a sort of partial cover.

The next thing, you don't see. Something you can't see hits you by your waist. You look down to try and make sense of it, because it felt like... a small person weakly trying to hug you. Your shirt and pants turn red with blood that was not your own, and the person it comes from turns visible again as she looses consciousness and slouches down.

Your father was shouting something you can't comprehend. He was bloodied, but from the way he was behaving, probably not lethally wounded.

you guys didn't want to have a little sister in this quest anyway, right?

»You have a phone in the house, you can call 911, but your dad has mind control powers, and you did just shoot your sister.
»Your dad has a car, but you barely know how to drive from the lessons they gave in school, you don't have a license yet
»It was a lethal round (not bean bags or rock salt) at about 5/6 feet. The pellets shouldn't have spread far but you don't exactly know how you've hit her.

>>3361634
Kill dad and call 911. Damn, I thought she had teleportation powers or something.

>>3361641
This. When we leave it would be best to not have a maniac with mind control following us.

>>3361641
maybe try talking it out with dad to have a ceasefire, our is life is more important that killing his ass
though i would not have shot with sis possibly still being there

>>3361634
>»You have a phone in the house, you can call 911, but your dad has mind control powers, and you did just shoot your sister.

>>3361769
>>3362271
>>3361641
I think we probably have a better chance of saving our sis if dad's alive. He might be an abusive fuck but he's still our father and I figure his mind control power's are the best way of getting medical help without ending up jailed arrested for shooting our sister.

>>3361641
This, but I'll add on that we should bolt after we call the cops. We'll just get arrested and buttfucked otherwise.

>>3362301
>>3362303
yeah his power would be very useful to get out of this with sis alive and us not a wanted man

>>3362311
I was kind of operating on the assumption that she's dead, but rereading the post it doesn't seem that way. Damn.
>>3362303
Changing this to just kill dad and call the cops.

>>3361641
It was quite intentional that the protagonist didn't know

>>3362301
»Guillemets are additional information I couldn't naturally fit into the story itself, not decisions to vote on

>>3362318
>I was kind of operating on the assumption that she's dead
even if she is, the more natural reaction would be to still try and help, right? Or be in denial for now. (stages of grief)

>>3361641
>>3361769
>>3362271
>>3362301
>>3362303
>>3362311
>>3362318

>3 kill
>2 spare
It is an important decision and I will not be running for a while, so more people can still vote or change their minds.

>all for calling 911
>one to run after calling them

>>3362341
Voting to kill dad and call police to save sister. We're a kid and have proof he abused us, we aren't going to jail.

>>3362402
»The closest emergency service vehicle if Officer Jackson who had a though implanted that...
>>3360632
>“I'ḿ a͟ loving ̀f͜a̧t̨he̛r̸, you ͠have n̡o̡ r̛easo̕n to sųspe̡c̀t ̕me̶ of abu͟s͘ing my̡ ̛ch̀il̸dren.“

>>3362438
He's gonna have a pretty big reason when he sees us again. Even if he's blocked from thinking it's abuse he'll have to take our sister to the hospital, and he isn't a judge so it's not like he will sentence us.

>Kill
>Call 911

>Kill
>Call 911
writing

unfortunately I don't have a lot of time today

>>3363000
Not lethally wounded... You could change that. Without so much as a thought you aimed and pulled the trigger again.

You're shaking. You don't know how long you've spend staring at his messed up face. You just killed. Convulsing shortly you bend over and throw up all over the floor.

“Cam.” You wipe your mouth and crouch down to her. “Cam, please be still alive. Please be still alive.” Turning her around you see you've hit her left arm worst of all and her chest with some pellets that strayed further. Reflexively you grab her arm just under her armpit and press down, doing whatever you could to stop the blood from flowing down to the wound and out of her body.

Was that a main artery? You're pretty sure that's a main artery. That's nothing you could fix what little first aid you know. You look up to the phone. You've got to call 911, but you can't easily let go of Cam again, not with your hand cramped around her arm like that.

You try and lift her up as best as possible and move to the wall mounted phone. 9-1-1. Letting your ass fall on the floor again you position Cam laying on the floor by your side. Your right hand still occupied with clamping her arm shut. It may be your imagination, but you think she's loosing less blood now than before.

“-t's your emergency.”
“Yes? Hello? My sister... has been shot.”
“Calm down, Sir. Where are you right now?”

You tell the operator what he needs to know, saying it was an accident, obviously skipping out on the fact that you also shot your dad. You are told how properly keep her from loosing more blood while being assured that someone will be with you shortly.

While listening to the voice on the other hand you concentrate on Cam's wound when suddenly you felt the same type of link forming as with your dad earlier when you first immunized against his powers. But that 'link' it didn't form from her head to yours, but from her arm to yours.

At first you were unsure about it but when you try to pursue it you feel a sharp pain on you where her wound would be, and you immediately disconnect from her out of reflex. You almost stop pressing down on her as well, but manage to hold on. The pain in your arm subsided quite fast, but a small wet spot had formed.

What?

sorry, not more today

>>3363238
Is our power to be decided or is it predetermined? From what you've given us my guess is some kind of bodily manipulation.

>>3363487
Our power is killing our sister and father, obviously.

>>3363238
You're not sure what happened, but you have the feeling that it was something good. You've connected to her wound and you were the one hurt. So you concentrate again and focus on it again, this time more mentally prepared to be pained by it.

"Are you okay?", comes from the phone, the connection not yet having been severed here. However, you don't respond, you got to concentrate.

Watching the wound on Cam slowly grow smaller was definitely worth the pain you, yourself now feel. You are taking the wound from her. How the fuck does that make any sense? Probably the same amount as mind control and invisibility do.

"Sir?!", the man from the Hotline tries to get your attention again after you've just been groaning in pain for a... How long was it?

You look down to Cam, she's not bleeding anymore from what you can tell, but in exchange you were.

You lean back against the wall and grab your own arm in hope to be able to still that bleeding there, but find that again, the pain was subsiding. Does that mean you can take people's ails for yourself and then heal yourself? How fucking derived...

Emergency services will be here shortly and the only wound to show for was your fathers face.

What do? (time sensitive)
>Heal Cam completely, hand too.
>Go back on the phone and explain how you no longer need an ambulance...
>She's out of the woods, you need to save yourself and run... but how? [write-in] (time sensitive)

>>3364082
Ha, what a shitshow. Sure regret calling 911 now.

Can we drive a car?

I think the best course of action is to continue with the initial plan now.

Respond to the operator, wait for authorities to arrive. The initial statement that Cam has been shot can easily be explained off as shock if need be.

>>3364082
>Heal Cam completely, hand too
I have no idea how we're going to avoid the authorities, or convince them not to arrest us, but I do know I don't want our little sister suffering a scar on her hand that'll trigger mind control induced trauma.

We can at least heal her before leaving her alone and an orphan.

Don't know what to tell the guy on the phone though.

>>3364082
>Heal Cam completely, hand too
Make sure dad is dead

>>3364159
>>3364183
Yes, lets remove all evidence of violence from her and create more complications for ourselves.

>>3364183
>>3364082
>Heal Cam completely, hand too
>Make sure dad is dead
This.

Then sit back and get our story straight with sis before the authorities arrive. We're 16 - as long as we don't say anything ridiculous or contradictory then we'll end up with CPS rather than the police

>>3364150
>Can we drive a car?
barely, as long as we don't have to do precise motions we'll be okay. We don't have a license.

>>3364159
>I do know I don't want our little sister suffering a scar on her hand that'll trigger mind control induced trauma.
someone paid attention

>>3364187
>get our story straight with sis
she's unconscious

>Leave Cam with a few minor wounds, but transfer a few to our own body, nothing serious or life threatening for Cam or ourself, but wounds on us both to be seen by Paramedics.
>Tell 911 Operator that we are wounded too, but that we are more worried about our Sister who is unconcious.
>Ask how long til an Ambulance will get here.

>>3364211
Heal Cam and put her in the car with us, lets get out of here, lets not wait for the ambulance or else we are going to jail, seriously

>>3364237
i like this, we should make it look like dad offed himself or something after it seems clear that he abused the fuck out of his kids.

so, i have just found this, what the fuck is going on, we find out our dad has mind control powers, we get suddenly gain powers ourself and become immune to dads power, we threaten dad with a bottle when he is about to beat our sister, we use the bottle on him and find a shotgun, he dares us to shoot him, we shoot him, we have hit our lil sister and call 911, afterwards we heal both our sister and ourself, the only thing left is our dads corpse.

>>3364278
Pretty much this, thats why I want to run away, nobody will believe dad was an evil son of a bitch with mind powers

>>3364282
>nobody will believe dad was an evil son of a bitch
Literally domestic violence.

But those who flee from a crime scene usually have something to hide.

>>3364282
we wil have to flee into the forest, where we will train our body and powers in the name of TRUE ronin, we wil make Derek proud

>>3364286
how would we prove that he abused us? also the shotgun has our fingerprints on it

>>3364296
maybe we can plead self defense?

>>3364082
Backing
>>3364237

>>3364247
>>3364296
There is no way we're going to jail.
A crying sixteen year old and his kid sister with no motive other than self defense and a dad with a rep for threatening people in the community.
Come on

I agree that leaving some mild injuries on ourself and sis would be optimal though.

>>3364211
>get our story straight with sis
>she's unconscious
Then I guess we better go wake her up then.
Life-threatening injuries done been healed.

according to my count it's 5 to 3 in favor of staying instead of fleeing with another person not voicing whether to stay or not

full heal and leaving minor wounds are on a tie, but the full heal comes primarily from those who want to flee

I'm at work and may start writing in about an hour, so you can still speculate

>>3364278
glad to have you join my shitshow

>>3364364
I bet sis was stealling scratch lotery to get money to flee from dad

>>3364364
writing

"I'm still here", you tell the operator, "she still has a pulse and the bleeding gone down."
"Under no circumstances are you to let go of her arm, an ambulance will be with you shortly."
"Yes, of course..."

An ambulance... That sounds so stupid now that you know you have fucking healing powers, as shitty as they may be. Had you known that you wouldn't have called for one... or would you?

You killed your father. Or did you? You never checked his vitals... Looking over to him and his mangled face almost sends you throwing up again, so you quickly avert your gaze. Judging from the smell... besides your bile and all the blood, someone shat themselves. You've heard that's what corpses do, only it never being depicted in media lest it would take away from dramatic scenes. Is that all the confirmation you need?

Now that you're aware of it you can't unsmell the entire atmosphere. "I need to get out of here."

"yeah yeah", you shush the operator, "I'm not moving her nor let go of her, I'm not reckless just because of the smell... wait I hear sirens."

You open the door slightly and look out. A police car. If you're not mistaken Officer Jackson's car. the guy who was mind controlled to have no reason of suspecting your father of abuse.

As far as you know you had no wounds on you, the pain you took from Cam was healed already. She still had a hole in her hand though.

>Take her outside, maybe he won't see your dad and you gain time to make the corpse disappear later?
>No, just.. admit you only wanted to protect her
>write-in
regardless... what do you say
>write-in

>>3364607

>Take her outside, maybe he won't see your dad and you gain time to make the corpse disappear later?
If we didn't run.... Lets hope the mind control doesn't linger after a time or after death, he could mind control us but we still knew he was a shitbag

>>3364607
>>No, just.. admit you only wanted to protect her

>>3364607
>No, just.. admit you only wanted to protect her

>>3364607
>No, just admit you only wanted to protect her

Good opportunity to learn just how strong the mind whammy is. Enough that it lasts this long? Enough that clear injuries on our sister are ignored or misattributed?

>>3364607
>>No, just.. admit you only wanted to protect her

try to wake sister up, tell her that he will never hurt her again

>>3364623
>>3364684
>>3364689
>>3364935
>writing

>>3364296
Also has dads fingerprints all over the gun including the ammo.

>>3365072
And the knife he stabbed her hand with, which also doesn't have our prints

>>3365077
Okay so we say dad went crazy this time, he was gonna start cutting her fingers this time, and I don't know, i tried to stop him but it just made him madder and he said i was next an he was gonna take more than just our fingers cuz we aint man enough to be a boy.

I was so scared what'd he do to me, i threw the bottle in my hand a ran for the shotgun. It'was the only thing i could think of to stop him.

>>3365103
Just might work

>>3365115
Feel free to add or modify.

>>3365127
I'd say drop the this time for now at least, since this officer got mind controlled against it. We can use it later if necessary but for now say he reacted badly to her stealing.

>>3365162
Sure. I tried to make it sound like he was being more crazy than usual and that it wasn't the first time something similar happened, but it was gonna be worse this time around.

>>3365177
Remember dad mind controlled the guy to think nothing could have happened before this, so to him it would have to be the first time. We can bring up the history to a judge who didn't get mind whammied but for now best to stick with the hole in our sister's hand and the knife with his prints.

>>3365213
Can't we use our mind powers to undo or convince him that he was fooled by dad who turned out to be a lying shithead with the crime scene as proof(or convince him that it is)?

>>3365213
We still don't know if its fool mind control or just momentary suggestion, if he could alter perception we would not know that dad was an asshole, i think mentioning to the cop is worth it because our story would be the same from start to finish and if this was the first time they met he could just think that he didn't notice it

>>3365220
Very unlikely.

>>3365239
We don't know so why take a chance? Start with something safe and if that works we can keep going.

“Officer Jackson?”, you shout out. Your mind was racing with whatever it might take to- even think of what it is you're hoping for in the first place, much less what it'd take to get there.

“Yes, I was just with you earlier. You called for an ambulance due to an accidental shotgun wound?”, he half explains, half asks.

He was young, maybe still doing stuff by the book and being so overtly formal. Maybe you could use this to your advantage. But you don't know in how far he's still mindfucked.

“He... he finally snapped,” you press out while the officer was still outside. “He was about to cut off her finger. Just so she would... never do- I... I had to do something.”

Why is it that now of all times your emotions break. Tears start streaming and your speech gets slurred. Cam almost died because you shot her. Dad did die, you killed him. You killed another human being. And now you missed every chance to try and run.

“Calm down there. What is going on? May I come in?”

Unable to form a coherent answer you just nudge the door open further, letting him come inside. The scene was quite gruesome. And he immediately holds his hand before his mouth when entering. Blood, pile, a corpse with a mangled face and a crying teen with the unmoving figure of his sister laying beside him.

What can you say to defend yourself? What could you say if you'd even bring out a coherent sentence? What would happen now? You're not of age, but you still killed someone. Not just out of affect, ear witnesses could say they heard two separate shots a few seconds apart. They'd take Cam away from you now.

Your grip around her tightens and you pull her up to you, holding her as would it be the last time you could hold her.

Officer Jackson tries to talk to you more but he neither tries to remove Cam from you, nor does he put handcuffs on you. The closest he came to you was when he checked her vitals for himself. After that he went out to call it in further. From what you could hear he only says that your sister was wounded and your father dead, while you remain unresponsive to his questions, albeit it being due to your emotional state, not shock.

Soon after the ambulance arrives and you let yourself be lead out.

“You can let go of her now.”

>let go
>refuse

>>3365281
>refuse

>>3365281
>refuse

>>3365281
>let go

>>3365281
>>refuse

>>3365281
>let go

Heal her more now that the wound has been seen first. Enough to let it recover naturally.

We need to heal that hole in her hand before she wakes up, lest the lingering mind control traumatize her.

"No", you bark back at the paramedic immediately.

Being a trained professional though, he responded calmly. "It's okay, we are here to help now. Yo called us for that, remember? I just need to take a look at your sister's wounds so I can properly treat them." He turns to Officer Jackson and stares him down for a moment. "You can still hold her other hand and ride with us in the ambulance."

As good of a deal as you could've hoped for. So you nod in agreement then and help put Cam on a stretcher.
After assuring them you were not hurt anywhere and she had her clothes cut off the second paramedic comments, "You called this in as a shotgun blast?"

"Yeah...", what do you say to that? You simply change the topic. "It is. But her hand also got stabbed."

"That's going to need a hand specialist...", one says more to the other than to you while they start doing their work.

You get the urge to heal Cam now, in front of them but don't know how that would fly.

>"Hand specialist? She'll be alright, won't she?"
>"I tried to protect her, but then he stabbed her as if to teach /me/ a lesson."
>Remain silent.

>>3366628
>>"Hand specialist? She'll be alright, won't she?"
Don't heal her. Slightly reduced mobility in one finger (even that's unlikely with prompt treatment) is a better outcome than us getting dragged off by the feds.

>>3366628
>"I tried to protect her, but then he stabbed her as if to teach /me/ a lesson."

>>3366628
>"I tried to protect her, but then he stabbed her as if to teach /me/ a lesson."

>>3366756
+1
Nice story/writing. Is our setting based on a real place?

because there was an issue in another Thread I'll change the dice system to only have you roll on stuff that's practically chance and I'll be comfortable writing either outcome.
No skill rolls, you'll succeed or fail depending on how you trained the char and describe his actions, and according to what I believe will make for an engaging narrative.

>>3366694
>>3366756
>>3366760
>>3366763
writing


>>3366763
thanks, one unprompted compliment on 4chan is worth a lot

probably the same universe America as weebquesters have their Japan.
only been in Arizona for a business trip once, but I like some of your cartoons, which practically makes me American too.

no concrete place cause I waited for what is needed for the story and so far it wasn't really needed.

"I tried to protect her, but then he stabbed her as if to teach /me/ a lesson."

"He stabbed her to teach you a lesson?", the paramedic repeats in slight disbelief, exchanging a look with the other one while your own gaze is fixated on Cam's hand while the wound is cleaned. You could have healed it. Probably better than what they can do for her. Reconnect sinews and nerves... No, you shouldn't get ahead of yourself, you don't know how any of this works.

Cam can turn invisible. That's not subtle. People will notice if the girl they are operating on disappears. For now you are lucky she is out of it, you wouldn't know how to explain it anything if it were to come up. Bad end is you getting separated because they think you're not mentally stable. Bad end 2 is living the rest of your life in a lab as a prisoner/test subject.

What about being known publicly as a healer? You can't carry the world's pain, can you?

>No, that's a sin of omission. If you sit idly by and allow pain to happen it's also your fault. With great power comes great responsibility.
>What has the world ever done for you? Everyone would come to you and expects you to heal them.
>Maybe you could market it somehow?
(this is not a fixed route for the future, just dictates the protag general disposition for it)

>>3366839
>no, we can't just sit there while others suffer in the hands of people like father, what happened to Cam, should not happen to anybody.

Can we heal Cam? Maybe after she wakes up or gets out of the hospital

>>3366839
Is this the Panacea conundrum?

I think we will quickly find that taking the pain of others isn't all that motivating.
>Save it for those who matter
(So, close to option #2?..)

Lets heal Cam after we're past immediate medical scrutiny.

>>3366839
we should combine
>maybe you could market it
with
>>No, that's a sin of omission. If you sit idly by and allow pain to happen it's also your fault. With great power comes great responsibility.
we can help people but we need to get money to take care of us and sis

>>3366850
I like this

>>3366855
and a bit of this,we will have to provide for us both

>>3366854
>>3366839
Sure, this. No need to heal any given man on the street.

>>3366854
This

>>3366850

>No, that's a sin of omission. If you sit idly by and allow pain to happen it's also your fault. With great power comes great responsibility.
And
>maybe you could market it
Donations maybe to keep us afloat

>>3366850
>>3366854
>>3366855
>>3366871
>>3366969
>>3366991
writing

>>3366854
>Is this the Panacea conundrum?
I'm slightly mad that you'd call it that, but yeah, basically.

>>3367026
>slightly mad

I know right? If anything we're Scapegoat.

>>3367026
Even though you don’t yet properly understand it, you know you can save people with your gift. Keeping it to yourself would border malicious intent. It wouldn’t sit right with you to just try and not help people.

You watch the paramedics.

They are good people. Helping others without any superpowers. Just because they want to. It couldn’t be easy seeing people at the verge of life and death on a regular basis. But they do it because they want to... because they want to.

You don’t know what you want. You want to help people, yes. But ‘the people’ you want to help first and foremost were your sister and yourself. Maybe you could commercialize your talent? But how? What would Jesus do? Wait, Jesus healed people too. Has he had powers too? You almost chuckle at the thought of forming a cult with you as some sort of spirit healer. Maybe you’d get a nice harem?

What’s the fuck is wrong with you? You’re a fresh murderer and are sitting in an ambulance whit your sister unconscious.

“Here.”

“Whuh?”, you were startled by one of the paramedics as he hands you a bottle of water and box of crackers.

“You threw up earlier, didn’t you?”, he asks, “wash out your mouth, you can spit in that bucket, no problem, then eat something, ok?”

Your mouth opens slightly in surprise. Wordlessly you take the two items and stare at them for a moment, before the realization of the taste in your mouth makes you frown again. Quickly doing as he said you take a sip, and spit out the rest of the bile. But as opposed to drinking more or taking one of the crackers you look up to him again. Mouth slightly ajar, still.

This perfect stranger has seen an issue you’ve had before you did and solved it for you.

This perfectly small little act of kindness...

No, you’re not going to cry again. Stop it. Aww fuck it.

“They are just crackers.”

“Th-Thank you.”

“Hey, hey... it’s okay,“ he moves to pat your back, a gesture which made you flinch away slightly. “Sorry, I-” Just like before he trades looks with the other paramedic who tries to subtly shake his head, but the first one didn’t listen to him. “Not seen a lot of kindness in your life, have you?”

>Shake head. “No.”
>“I’ve always had Cam.”
>Is that a test for a confession? “I plead the fifth.”

>>3367061
>“I’ve always had Cam.”

>>3367026
What's the conumdrum if you don't mind me asking?

>>3367061
>“I’ve always had Cam.”

>>3367079
a healer hero in Worm who kinda got sick of having to heal people

>>3367061
>“I’ve always had Cam.”

>>3367061
>"I've always had Cam."

>>3367061
>i've always had Cam

>>3367078
>>3367086
>>3367114
>>3367187
>>3367220
writing

>>3367061
>Is that a test for a confession? “I plead the fifth.”

>>3367233
“I’ve always had Cam”, you tell him with a faint smile, before looking to her unconscious form which washes your smile right away. You nibble slightly on one of the crackers before making eye contact with the more talkative paramedic again. “What's going to happen now?”

You're not quite sure where the question came from, nor why you'd pose it to him, but you felt comfortable with him. Probably because the other paramedic seems to rebuke him earlier for talking to you in a manner he probably shouldn't have.

Again they look at one another for a moment until the second just puts his attention back on Cam.

“Can't say I know what happened, but figuring you may need it... think about when it would be acceptable for a cop to shot someone?”

“Jesus, man. The kid has just...” he even raises a fist, but gets distracted by Cam moving. “Someone's waking up.

What do you do? She will have no idea where she is and doesn't yet know what happened.
>write-in

>>3367568
Move to her and calm her down tell her we are away from dad and that she is going to be ok, we made sure she is going to be ok because we are "like her"

Let's hope she gets it

>>3367568
"Cam, you are ok, we are in an ambulance, he can't hurt you anymore."

>>3367568
>>3367595
But also heal her more, enough that her body can naturally finish the job.

>>3367647
that would go against the original plan of waiting for the evidence first.
Which I interpreted as an x-ray of her hand.

>>3367595
roll dexterity to jump to conclusions

>>3367733
I interpreted it as just letting others see her hand.

Supers aren't known, they'll convince themselves that they misjudged the severity and figure we did the same.

>>3367595
+1

>>3367644
+1

>>3367568
>>3367644
>"Cam, you are ok, we are in an ambulance, he can't hurt you anymore."
This works

You scoot closer to her as much as the situation allows. "Hey Cam," hopefully your presence was calming enough for her and she wouldn't panic.

Not that it looks like she would panic. At the moment she kind of lacks the energy to panic, or rather, she was too anemic to move much. But that didn't mean she could knock the transfusion out if she were to move too much.

"We're in an ambulance, these guys have been taking care of you for now, they are really nice."

She looks around, unsure of everything, not giving you much of a response. But that's usual behavior for her, always inquisitivly observing her surroundings first.

"Dad... we're far away from him now, don't worry", you wonder... "you and I, we'll be okay. We're alike, you understand? We'll be okay."

Cam frowns, a single small sentence escapes her quietly. "Dad'll be mad." And fear once again adorns her face as she makes herself small. Was it just your imagination or did she almost flicker out of existence again?

How do you proceed?
>write-in

>>3368781
"He can't hurt us anymore, and if anyone tries I won't let it ok?"

>>3368934
+1

try to comfort her any way we can, he won't be able to touch her anymore.

she stole those scratch lottery so she could get money to escape right?

>>3368971
also, hold her injuried hand and heal it just a little to show her what we are talking about, tell her we will make it better after we reach the hospital

>>3368934
>>3368971
>>3368973
Support

>>3368934
>>3368971
>>3368973

Agreed

When we get to the hospital try to stay near her.

>>3368934
>>3368971
>>3368973
>>3368987
>>3369008
stop ruining my plans- I mean...
writing

>>3369012
"Dad's not here, he can't hurt us anymore. I... won't allow it, okay? You're safe, and so am I, okay?"

You lay the crackers aside and move to try and hold her hand, which was heavily bandaged by now. If you heal her now she'll notice you have powers too. You don't think she noticed your hint earlier.

The first paramedic stops you and leans in close, "You shouldn't touch her hand, at least one sinew is cut and any movement could shift them out of reach, raising the difficulty of the operation."

"What is it?" Cam asks.
"Don't worry, you'll make a full recovery," you reassure her. You're confident about it too, as you concentrate on her again to try and heal her a bit.
"Recovery..?", she mouths after you and tries to lean up, but her strength wouldn't allow for it.

Your concentration gets broken as she convulses, and was quickly picked up so she could lean over the edge to a bucket of her own. You feel powerless as you watch her throw up. Even after her stomach was empty, her body goes through the motions.

Now more than ever you want to heal her. With your hand on her knee, the only place you dare to lay it on, you concentrate. There were more intricacies to that link-connection-thingy than you previously thought. When adrenaline was high earlier it came much more natural to you. Now it feels like you have to control every muscle individually just to take a step.

Also you've got to give the link-connection-thingy a proper name.
>write-in

There was different tissues and strings of different strenghts... just the hardest you could probably guess is bone. the other stuff you don't know what it really is, so you only heal the bone for now... No, you want to do something severe enough that she'll notice.

"How are you? I hope the pain is not too bad."
"everything's... numb."
"We gave her local anesthesia. Uh.. painkiller."

So she probably wouldn't even notice...

>heal her anyway
>>and experiment with the power a little (how?)
>let it go

You also need to think about how you'll make your defense and what future you'll thrive for the most.

>You're 16, you barely can care for yourself but you will find a way to market your ability and get legal guardianship of Cam already.
>You'll have to go into a foster home together.
>You'll run away with her... she can go invisible. You'll be able to acquire finances one way or another.
>write-in

>>3369102
>try to heal just the senew so there is still a wound but we can prevent permanent damage

>write in
>We will try and to get her legal guardianship and get a job tp provide for us, otherwise we go to a foster home together. If they try to separate us, we run away.

>>3369108
supporting this with a mix of
>You're 16, you barely can care for yourself but you will find a way to market your ability and get legal guardianship of Cam already.

>>3369108
Very sensible, supporting

>>3369108
>heal just the senew
do you know how to do that?

>>3369122
Go by feeling, transfer internal damage to the more firm tissues while leaving outer layers as they are. Experiment

>>3369122
Probably not!

But anyway, she is without pain for now, we can heal it later and make it a compleate recovery.

I do want to make a test tho, on ourselves, see if we can make the other way, instead of fixing, breaking.

>>3369124
Sure, or do that.

Look for how it would loom, concentrate on that amd try to make it healed, we didn't know how to heal those bullet wounds, try to concentrate more on that part that we want fixed

>>3369125
>I do want to make a test tho, on ourselves, see if we can make the other way, instead of fixing, breaking.
not a test I allow to come naturally to the protagonist in this situation. I'll keep it on the back burner.

Also there are three different things to be voted on right now. Make your voices heard.
I'll not have the opportunity to write for about 5 more hours then maybe a semblance of a real session like on Monday and Tuesday

Did we even go to school?

>>3369157
we're pretty redneck, but not /that/ redneck

>>3369102
>Mind-Link

>heal her anyway

>You're 16, you barely can care for yourself but you will find a way to market your ability and get legal guardianship of Cam already.

>>3369108
+1

As for the ability name we could calm it mind-scan or link or even, the sense

>>3369159
Where's the meth?

>>3369152
>I'll not have the opportunity to write for about 5 more hours then maybe a semblance of a real session like on Monday and Tuesday
I lied
I need sleep

>>3369102
I think we shouldn't heal her yet. The paramedics already have an idea of the damage to her hand and if we go healing stuff then they might notice something isn't quite right. Wait until she's out of the hospital.

Getting strong Homeless Mutant Quest vibes here.

>Do not heal yet. Heal at a later date.
We need evidence of harm to her or she will be seperated from us and we will end up behind bars.

>Market our Healing later to support us living together independantly, if we need to temporarily go into foster care then so be it, but we will run away if needed.

>Name for Ability: Bio-Sync

>>3369102
>You'll run away with her... she can go invisible. You'll be able to acquire finances one way or another.
>>and experiment with the power a little (how?)
Test it on yourself first of all. See if you can create micro-tears in your muscles. Also see if you can create tissue that wasn't already there, cartilage, skin, bone. The first opportunity we get we need to buy medical textbooks of a sort.

>>3369102
Also you've got to give the link-connection-thingy a proper name.
>write-in
Cam-a-lot

>>3371399
Isn't that us naming our power?
Cause that's pretty incesty.
This isn't in Alabama, is it?

>>3371169
This is a good name

seems like a somewhat close call on healing vs. not healing with one person jumping back and forth
healing anyway wins out but not healing is better argued for

but trying to gain legal guardianship wins by landslide with the others still as secondary possibilities

Bio-Sync is the only name that got supported by another person.
But I guess asking for a name without yet knowing too well what we can and can't do is is somewhat early. We can change it later, but we think of it with that term for the moment

writing

Doesn't matter if she's numb. You don't want her hurt, so you sync with her body and feel for the damage. You care mostly about the sinews so she'd be able to still move first and foremost, but you don't know what in that pool it is. You can feel the things that are not right, and from what happened earlier you assume you can only fix it by offering the same parts up from your own body in exchange. Any damage you take yourself from it will get healed like nothing, but you don't know if that is a conscious effort or not. Previously it had been done somewhat automatically while your adrenaline was high so...

You should focus on healing her first before worrying about healing yourself afterwards. Something important, and something that the paramedics wouldn't see. The sinews are the most obvious choice, but you still have no idea how to recognize them from all the other stuff in a body. Nor do you even know what kind of sensory thing is going on to even feel for it. You sync with her body and get to feel what she does. Your Bio-Sync?

No, focus.

Sinews carry all the force a finger could exert, right? So of all the tissue it's ought to be one of the flexible, yet tense ones. Is there much cartilage in the hand? You don't know, but it's your best bet for now. After the transfer you desync with Cam again and try to move your fingers, but your middle and ring finger don't follow through.

Anger wells up inside of you again. The fucking asshole got her good. How could he have ever justified that action? Unconsciously your hand moves to form a fist again- or at least it tries to. Stay calm. Just heal yourself.

With your bio-sync not in effect you have no idea how you could- As you flexed your hand it just works properly again. What? It just healed itself without you doing something about it? It just took a few seconds. That's... Well, to be honest, nothing about this makes sense, so why should this part?

“What happened?”, Cam asks, ripping you from your own train of thought.

What do you tell her?
>write-in

>>3372004
I took some of the pain for me, don't worry, it will be all better, I can explain later..

Try to wisper it to her or talk really low

>>3371169
I like this one
>>3372004
Think to self: "Does she mean to ask what happened just now, or does she mean to ask what happened back home after she passed out?"
Say to her: "You shouldn't worry about it right now. Just rest."

>>3372348
This, tell her we will explain it later, lets hope they let us stat at her room later

>>3372348
>>3372450
writing

That was a pretty broad question. One part of you hopes she noticed you taking her damage, the other, a more rational part of you, reasons that she just asks about what happened after she passed out. Either way, this was not the place to talk about it

“Don't worry about it right now, Cam. I'll explain later. For the moment we're both safe, okay? Just you rest now.”

“No,” she tries to lean up again, but fails.

One of the paramedics softly puts his hand on her chest to keep her down. “You shouldn't rise right now. Here, let me swap with your brother, so you can see each other better.”

You swap around with him to be by Cam's head. “What do you mean 'No'?”

She pouts, “Explain now.”

>write-in

This shouldn't have taken me 2 hours

>>3372822
Whisper to her now that we are close to her head.

"I healed your hand, I took the pain to me and healed, i can things like you do, the invisibility"

>>3372837
Supporting

Tell her we are sorry we hit her but show her where her shirt is probably ruined and that there's nothing there

>>3372859
>there's nothing there
it was only healed enough that the main artery healed
both hand and shoulder/arm wound are still very visible

>>3372837
>>3372859
writing then

You frown a little. You don't want to do this, especially not with people present. “Can you two allow us a little more privacy?”

“We still need to clean this wound more properly. There are still pellets inside one can't easily reach.”

There are still pellets inside one can't easily reach... You healed her over the pellets... They are now within her flesh and need to be cut out.

Be that as it may, you need to tell her about your powers, “As I said earlier we're alike, right?” You lean in closer. “I can do things too. I healed your hand, I took the wound to me. Just like your invisibility."

Leaning back up you see that she was just more confused than before, “What?”

Not at the top of my game today. Hopefully get more done tomorrow

>>3373369
No probs man, thanks for running

>>3373369
She doesn't know she can turn invisible?
>"I'll show you later. Guess you want to know what happened after you passed out, right?"

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>>3373369
I don't think she has much of any recollection of what happened. We really should try to postpone the explanation to when there's nobody else to listen, but for now, keep it vague.
>"I promise to tell you everything, but it's best if we wait until we're alone. The things I saw you, dad and myself do were ... bizarre."
inb4 pic related

>Dad pulled some nasty shit, but I stopped him.... I think the danger woke something up inside us....

>>3373575
>>3374323
>try to postpone explanation again
writing

on an unrelated note: how the fuck does autosage work?

>>3375620
After 3 or 4 the thread automatically autosages

>>3375661
hours, days, weeks? because we were pretty active.
200+ posts for new QM on non-lewd stuff in 5 days is pretty decent, if I do say so myself.

>>3375670
Days I think, its just a timer, its automatic, after a few days it enters in autosage.
And yeah 220+ is a good run indeed.

She... doesn't know? How could she not know? Then again, if she knew she could turn invisible she'd not have been caught shoplifting, right? Then how...?

“I will explain everything later, I'll show you later-”, you begin, but were interrupted.
“What happened?”, she reiterates, more aggressively this time.
“I was getting to that”, you click your tongue, “So... Dad pulled some nasty shit. He stabbed you, remember?”

It takes her a while to wreck her brain around it but she looks to her hand and frowns. “- taunted him.” She pauses. “Shouldn't have done that.”

That's how she sees it?

You bite your lip. You're not sure what you should say to that immediately, but- “he was about to cut off your finger, Cam.”

“My fault.”

The fuck is she saying?

“You rather had your finger cut off?”, you're unintentionally get loud.

Cam looks away from you and mumbles. “Dad'll be mad.”

>“Dad's dead.”
>“He attacked you for no reason, Cam. We can actually get away from him now.”

>>3375733
"He won't."

If we tell he is dead she will flip out, she probably blames herself and us.

Let's just get to the hospital, damn

>>3375733
>“Dad's dead.”

>>3375733
>>“Dad's dead.”

>>3375754
Support

Rolled 2 (1d2)

flippin a coin
>>3375754
>>3375796
1

>>3375757
>>3375767
2

Again, you bite your lip. You have to tell her. She's still afraid of him. Hell, she even protects him and blames herself for it. You would do, but actively experiencing his mind control in action lifted any illusion. But she hasn't.

Who knows what things are still buried in her mind.

“He won't”, you tell her, before realizing that she wouldn't believe it. When has dad ever not been mad? “I mean, he was, but now...” You have to tell her. “Dad's dead, Cam.”

This gets her to look back at you for a moment. Then her eyes dart around as she seems to make sense of the information and what exactly happened after she passed out.

“Oh.”

That's all she said before just staring up ahead to the ceiling of the ambulance.

Considering everything, she's taking it better than- oh no, she's crying.

“Hey, shhh...”, you pat her healthy shoulder, “everything's going to be okay now. I'll make sure of it. You don't have to worry about a thing.”

She doesn't respond to you, and with both her hands out of commission, she couldn't even wipe her tears away. When you grab one of the tissues to help her, she turns her face away from you.

Ouch.

Just then you notice the ambulance slowing down and coming to a halt. You can only watch as she was then lifted out onto a bed and rolled off.

Part of you thinks it's obvious that you should follow her immediately, the other thinks she needs some space. At the same time you spot Officer Jackson having parked near the ambulance to make sure you don't go anywhere or something like that. He'll nods in your direction.

>go talk to him
>try to follow Cam

>>3375939
>>try to follow Cam

>>3375939
>try to follow Cam

>>3375965
>>3375973
alrighty

No, you have to go after her. Even if she needs some space, you have to be there for her. You rather try and get stopped than stay when you could have gone.

You move through the door after them before it falls shut, not knowing whether it can even be opened from the outside and follow after the bed they wheel her around in. She got an x-ray of both upper arm and hand, before being moved further.

Everybody seems to ignore you until you are met with a door where you are eventually stopped. “No family behind this point”, a nurse informs you, which you simply have to accept.

Now you were in a hospital hallway, standing around like an idiot, waiting for something to happen. But the only thing that does happen was Officer Jackson approaching you.

“How are you holding up?”, he asks.
“Pretty shitty to be honest”, you admit, not helping him in his efforts to close the distance between you. “Could go for more of those crackers from the ambulance.”
“I know the way to the vending machines.” He points over his shoulder, urging you to come with him.

What story will you tell him?
>write-in

>>3376082
Spin it as self-defense as much as possible (It basically was, anyway.)
>"He had been hurting both of us for a long time. This time, though, I couldn't just sit by and let it happen. He might've done something permanent to her if I didn't step in, and then when he started to go for me..."

>>3376082
>>3376119
If we're telling stories, let's not make it anything incriminating or directly related to the crime. Tell him about dad and how awful he was though.
>"He had been hurting both of us for a long time, and he was manipulative too. Our dad... He was the most manipulative guy you could ever meet. And even after what he did, she still blames herself. How messed up is that?"

>>3376082
>>3376119
Yeah, this is cool.

Any chance of tossing in a quip about not having anything to pay for the vending machine, or is that too inorganic?

>>3376134
Don't mention the manipulative, sounds like we planned this I don't know, but the part about our sister is good

We should just tell the truth eithout the powers, he hurt her we told him to stop he thretened her with the knife and we shot him, he said he would kill us after the first shot and we shot him again

With "What story you want to tell him" you need to include:
»Cam's impaled hand
»Cam's shot arm
»your fathers shot face
»the, what witnesses will be able to report, small gap in between both shots
»how you even got to have a shotgun

Also, he didn't actually go for the protagonist physically.
Lying to the police I will have you roll for

>>3376335
like I said, tell the truth, he hurt and threatened our sister and we shot him, tell about the bottle too and how we went for the shotgun after he stabbed her hand, when we went to shot him he threw Cam in front of us, he was wounded and said he was going to kill us so we shot him again

no lie here, we are just omitting the invisibility, mind control and the healing
we did what we had to do and shot until the man with the knife was no longer a threat to us and Cam

>>3376358
>>3376335
and the gap is when Cam fell on top of us, and was when our father was recovering from the first shot and threatening to kill us with the knife, that's why we shot again


the shotgun was father's, he always kept it loaded and always threatened us and the neighbours with it

>>3376373
>>3376358
No cop would be persecuted if they shot someone with a knife while that person screamed that was goung to kill him and had just stabbed a child, we can say we feared for ours and Cam's life

Add this too "And even after what he did, she still blames herself. How messed up is that?"

>>3376358
>said he was going to kill us
>>3376404
>while that person screamed that was goung to kill him

again, if you want to lie you'll have to roll for it, because he simply didn't say that

he said that "she needs to be taught a lesson, and so do you."

>lie and say he actually threatened our lives
>don't lie and say he was about to mutilate her, but ended up only stabbing her hand

>>3376446
ok,
let's say he was mad and we were afraid what he was going to do with Cam and us with that knife

is that lying? because I think the anons voted to kill him because they were afraid about what he was going to do