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War Room/Gala Function

As Delilah mulled over what he had shown her, Nicolas got a mental note from Cameron.

Come to the War Room. I have something to show you as well.

As Cameron made his way to the security floor, Nicolas sent him the entire vision. Their synergy as telepaths allowed him to bypass the playback that he performed for Delilah and simply make him aware of the mental information.

As Cameron made his way into the War Room, Delilah answered Nicolas, asking a fair question about whether he had ever received precognitive visions, or whether this was simply a reflection of his own trepidation. He shook his head.

I am not sure how I know, but this was more than simply a dream. The vision was so vivid, so real. I hope that I am mistaken, but I am afraid that I am not. That is why I came to you.


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As Mike let the ladies out of the car, the crowds cheered them on. But as the ladies enjoyed their admiration, this is when a person like himself became most tense. He'd had a bad feeling all morning about today and while seeing Ava made him feel better, it did nothing for his gut instincts, which screamed that this entire gala was a bad idea at this time.

But he pushed those thoughts away and focused on the task at hand. He took a mental inventory and was satisfied with what he had brought with him based on Nicolas' information. Furthermore, the "crew" had already set up and was providing cover for the event, so that gave him additional comfort.

As the ladies made their way to their trailers, he parked the car conspicuously in between the two enclosures, ignoring artistic protocols and making sure that the vehicle would be accessible no matter the situation. he had already mapped out the area and he was ready for the reaction when a member of the photography staff approached him. Mike heard him far before the guy ever got close. Had he been an assailant, he would already have been dead.

Hey, you can't park that HERE!!!

Mike turned and, eyebrow raised, a gave the guy a once over, sizing him up as if before a fight. The small reaction was all that was needed to intimidate the staff member, and Mike decided to NOW defuse the situation, having already gained the mental upper hand. He smiled widely and patted the man on the back HARD, before gently but FORCIBLY redirecting him back towards his area.

I am sorry, buddy, but my security protocols dictate that I need this space. It is not in the way of your work so you should be fine, OK? Now run ALONG.


The last word punctuated just gruffly enough to drive his point home, and the staff member returned to his area quickly. Mike finished his checklist and waited for his charges. As Ava exited her trailer, Mike's head turned as he watched her work the meanest natural model walk he had ever seen over to the photographer. She was beautiful, sexy as hell, and he decided right there that if he survived this shit Nicolas had gotten him into, he was definitely going to take his chances. It was obvious that she had noticed him LOOKING; it would soon be time to find out if she had noticed HIM.
 
Haleigh sat at her island bartop, spinning a Southern Comfort bottle cap. An empty glass sat on the table in front of her... she drank straight from the bottle. She was blissfully unaware of the trouble brewing around her.... she didn't care enough to find out what was going on with the birds, despite the effect they'd had on her yesterday... and she hadn't been present during ANY of the Sharon Kelly discussions. For now, it was probably for the better... because she had more than enough to cope with on her own. while her teammates tried to figure out just HOW to help someone who didnt seem to want it, expressing frustration both against and in defense of her, Haleigh had slept it all off... but unfortunately, that proved to do little for her state of mind. She worried that she was losing control over herself.... her memories, her powers, her emotions seemed to do just whatever the hell they wanted to, and Haleigh was only along for the ride. For a person who thrived on control, this was the absolute worst thing that could happen, and it was COMPOUNDED by the fact that she ALSO had to face these memories-- KNOWING that everyone had seen them also. She could ACT like she was okay... because everyone knew that she wasn't.... and so, everyone felt sorry for her and wanted to help her.... but Haleigh didn't want all the coddling... it made her feel completely inept and even WORSE than if she was just dealing with it on her own. she didn't seem to realize that she COULD allow them to help her... that she COULD lean on them without them judging or thinking less of her.

Ironically, this was not the very WORST of her fears.... losing control was unnerving... but she had the distant feeling that she could eventually overcome this, if it didn't kill her. What she feared the most was that in a future loss of control, she might inadvertantly HURT someone she cared about... the attack were getting worse.... and with her powers in todays world, there was just so MUCH that could go wrong.... and everything that had the slightest trace of metal was a deadly weapon in Haleigh's hands. What if one of the Six or their allies became collateral damage? Haleigh was looking down the barrell of the very tragedy Morgan grappled with.... what she'd done during the Inferno incident haunted the sorceress, and Haleigh as well.... for Haleigh'd had a heavy hand in causing the event.... but ultimately, Morgan blamed herself the most for the destruction.... and Haleigh was suddenly faced with th possibility of the same thing.... Haleigh knew she would never be able to cope with the loss of a teammate at her own hand.... not again.... too many people-- and too many loved ones-- had died because of Haleigh... and now things looked dangerously close to disaster, BECAUSE of Haleigh. In a drunken haze, she contemplated leaving... just disappearing.... and taking the maelstrom of chaos that surrounded her AWAY from the rest of the Six. She could go somewhere remote.... someplace where there was no civilization... and more importantly, no technology, for hundreds of miles... someplace where she could selfdestruct without worrying about dragging her team down with her...

Zach:"Haleigh?"

Haleigh drained some more alcohol from the bottle, before turning around to look at her fiance. He asked her what she was doing, and she unabashedly showed him the bottle. He frowned and gently pulled it from her hand.

Z:"Baby.... we have to meet the chaplain today.... remember? The interview for our marriage application?"

Haleigh stood, though she slightly wobbled. She straightened herself back up.... putting both her hands on her head to push her hair back, looking shocked.

"OH.... oh no.... what's today? Shiiiiit..... the photoshoot.... Morggggaaaan's kill me. [giggles] I go."

Zach took a firm hold of her elbow. "WHOA. Not like this, honey.... you're drunk.... you can hardly talk, how are you going to direct a photoshoot?"

Haleigh laughs as if he cracked some kind of joke.... "Don't be silly.... my crew.... completely capable.... I just go for professional appearrrance. I go.... I approve... We leave for appointmmmment." Her face, previously light and humorous, turned sharply harsh. "Now let GO." she said, yanking her arm away. She walked away from him, woozily but still managing, as she headed out the door to go downstairs. Meanwhile, Morgan and Ava were already arriving on the scene.... and preparing for the shoot. Zach followed Haleigh, if only to help keep her out of trouble.... little did either of them know what was in store for them when they got to the cathedral.
 
Rockefellar Center Plaza

<< If the fanfare for Morgan was exceptional, it was INSANE when Madonna arrived. the cheers, cries, claps and cameras...it all sounded like a wave of rolling thunder. Morgan loved Madonna, even as a young girl and the woman served as inspiration to Morgan through the years. even Morgan's mother noted the power and impact of the pop icon. To WORK with this woman now, it was a surreal dream come true for the super model! She'd always known Madonna was short but Morgan DWARFED the pop diva in size. Madonna's body was truly a work of art though, putting many women even younger than MORGAN to shame. >>

<< the cheers for Madonna were a WELCOMED distraction from the JEERS that were coming for Ava. It was such a controversial thing to include AVA in this photo shoot and now the whole WORLD at large would know that a Cassadine was involved in Illustra Inc. It was almost as weird as LeftEye of TLC singing a record deal with Suge Knight and DEATH ROW RECORDS several years back.>>

<< Morgan knew that if Ava were to succeed with Illustra, she'd have to learn how to confront and COURT controversy, and so the opportunity to work not only with Morgan but MADONNA, the QUEEN of controversy, prooved to be the right time to bring Ava in. This would bring Illustra (once again) to the top of the news and buzz both in the media and the fashion circuit, but the only uncertain question was...would the stocks surge or dip with the initial reaction to Ava's presence. Morgan wasnt sure, but as she sat in her customized trailor while her hair and make up team worked on her, she smiled with satisfaction. the campaign for awarness and the fight against breast cancer was just the sort of BREAK from "type" that Ava needed and Madonna was pleased with her involvement so there was nothing to worry about.>>

Assistant: Miss Victoria? Madonna's publicist, Liz Rozenburg, is here to see you.

<< in the midst of eye shadow application, Morgan nods for her to show Liz in.>>

<< in an icy voice.>>

Hello Liz, i trust Illustra's accomodations for Madonna are satisfactory?

<< the CEO and supermodel spoke as she sat in her makeup chair.>>

Liz Rosenburg: Hello Morgan and the accomodations are fabulous. Illustra deserves its reputation for being a front runner in style, elegance and GLAMOR. Madonna is in her trailer now, and it seems everything is on schedule. I just wanted to come in and thank you for your hospitality.

Morgan: the pleasure has been mine, Liz. Madonna is my idol and i have no problem in admitting that. To work with her is an honor and a dream come true and to work with her on a cause such as this? well what better reason for music and fashion to come together? I'm HAPPY to have hosted Madonna and to work with her.

<< Madonna lost her mother to breast cancer, Morgan's mother had a breast cancer scare.>>

Liz: I also wanted to let you know that Madonna is prepared to issue a statement standing by your bringing Ava Cassadine into this photo campaign. It's no secret that there's a SHARP reaction to her being attached to this project. the move was bold on your part but Madonna agreed with it and respects you for going ahead with it. You know, Madonna has watched you over the years too, and has often purchased gowns and ensembles you've when doing shows for Gucci, Prada and BCBG in Milan or during Fashion Week.

<< it did Morgan's heart good to know that her idol actually took a genuine interest in HER career. there was mutual respect between the women.>>

Morgan: thank you BOTH for the support on my desscision to include Ava.

Liz: are you kidding? with all the things Madonna has done through the years? she knows a good move when she sees it....and if Cassadine wants to get a new rep and sport a new shtick, she's going to HAVE to take the storms that go along with "coming out" like this. this is a good for HER career as it is for this photo campaign. the press will be well worth it.

<< Morgan smiled and the two women finished up their chat as Liz left to go to Madonna's trailer.>>

<< Morgan's team finished with her and she stood.>>

<< with her hair down, parted down the middle , and styled with flowing "waterfall" curls along with "steel" toned shaded eye shadow, and pink gloss, along with several silver "face jewels" strategically placed along the right outer edge of her eye, Morgan had a look of a dreamy ice princess. wearing a Donna Karan one shouldered, aysmetrical white satin dress with a high but flowing hemline, giving her the look of a delicate "designer" flower opening up at dawn. on over her right right brest area, where the one shoulder slope occured, was a beautifull pink ribbon twisted in the traditional shape for breast cancer awareness. her long, smooth, flawless, bare legs were supported by silver gem toned, strappy open toed 6 inch stillettohigh heels designed by Stella McCartney (as a personal favor). >>


<< Morgan gave herself a once over in the mirror before being helped to step down the steps from the trailer. the wind outside caused the skirt of her dress to flow a bit but Morgan was not worried, she commanded the outfit, not the otherway around and she looked like an icy , glamorous valkyrie that came out of a dream. as she ran her hand through her perfectly styled hair and tossed it back, she noticed Mike nearby and she winked at him quickly , glad that he was here, but HOPING his life would not be at risk.>>

Assistant: Miss Victoria? Miss Cassadine is ready, the other models are in place. You'll walk out with Madonna to tease the crowd and then the photo shoot will begin.

Morgan: great. << she said, looking around cautiously....still wondering if things would REALLY go as smoothly as they had been all the way through.>>

<< Morgan was lead over to Madonna's trailor where the two women exchanged greetings and then, after last minute prep and a word with Liz Rosenburg, they walked together, body guards shadowing them from strategic points out to the area for the shoot, where the crowd had GROWN from behind the barricades. the screams, cheers, whistles and thundering flashbulbs of cameras was ubelievable and as Morgan and Madonna posed to attempt to satisfy fans and papparazzi, both women looked over at Ava, who was sitting in her model's chair. it was time for Ava to step forward and join them as the women once again courted controversy.>>

<< meanwhile, Morgan and Ava would soon find themselves courting disaster.>>
 
Alison's Penthouse to War Room - Illustra

:: As Cameron made his way back down to the War Room where he had been last night he saw the vision that Nicholas had dreamed of, and it matched exactly the memories that Cameron had experienced when he woke up in the morning which meant this wasn't simply a dream. Perhaps a warning, a calling card from Sharon Kelly that she was gunning for them ALL, and she didn't care who she killed on her way to get to Haleigh. It was at this time that Cameron began to hear a quiet voice that he could barely make out talking in his head. It was like when you tune to a radio station and it just isn't coming in that bright. Focusing more and more he was able to bring out the voice and discern that this voice was in fact none other than Alycia Barnett! ::

:: Casting out his mind's eye and instantly locking onto the woman, Cameron was able to make out details of her location. Obviously it was a place that Cameron had never been to otherwise he would have gotten much more detail on Alycia's whereabouts. She was no longer in New York City, she was in a rather large forest, in a secluded house or cottage. Exactly where this cottage and forest was, Cameron couldn't tell. He had scanned her vitals, she was physically healthy and not in too much mental anguish which was a good sign but left a bad taste in Cameron's mouth. This meant that Alycia was bait, and that she was being held hostage in order to get something else. He didn't have time to think about anything else. He sent Alycia a message. ::

"Alycia, it's Cameron. I have found you.. I know where you are but I need more information...do you think you can give me something to work with.. Can you hang in there?"

:: He entered the War Room doors as he looked at both Delilah and Nicholas ::

"That dream is the least of our worries, I found Alycia. She is alive, but I don't know exactly where she is... I need more information.. She isn't in New York City anymore, she is in the forest somewhere and she is WITH Rick Riley. We have to contact Morgan. She needs to know about this.. I don't want to sit on this, every moment we spare is every moment she could be closer to DEATH..."
 
:: Fans began to roar in excitment, alerting Ava to look up and see both Morgan and Madonna exiting their trailers and meeting up with one another. They both looked beautiful. Slipping off her designated chair as the two woman began to pose together, Ava decided to spice things up and join them. Walking to them, Ava gave them both a smile as they noticed her approaching. Taking Madonna's hand--who had extended it out to her--Ava moved close to both woman, standing side by side with them as photographers went frantic. The crowd was mixed with cheers and boos, but Ava didn't waver. With her eyes locked to the numerous cameras, she 'worked it', giving the people exactly what they wanted. Controversy. ::

:: The photographers couldn't seem to get enough of the trio, trying desperately to get more shots before the three woman had to work on the actual photoshoot. Continuing to pose, a single voice rose above the others, screaming out 'murderer!', obviously directed to Ava. Shifting her eyes over toward where the scream came from, an unexpected CRACK of thunder caused all patrons and photographers to stop what they were doing. Some people screamed from sheer startlement while others looked questionably into the clear blue sky. Looking up as well, the day was perfect and sunny. Certainly no indication of a thunderstorm. ::

"Hmm..that was strange."

:: Smirking to herself as she glanced over at Morgan, that seemed to be the cue to each of the woman's publicists to get a move on and start the actual photoshoot. One of the publicists could be heard saying 'we need to hurry up in case it rains', while others helped security get a handle on the paparazzi. Walking toward the stage where the photoshoot would take place, Ava's hair and makeup stylist began to quickly touch her up, as did Morgan and Madonna's. ::

"Well, i'm ready whenever you ladies are."
 
Rockefellar Center Plaza- Fountain

<< with Madonna in the center, Morgan flanked her right and Ava soon joined her at the left. the women looked upon the crowds with knowing pleasure, seemingly MOCKING and IGNORING the jeers that came toward Ava.>>

<< Morgan had seen this before, and knew just how unforgiving an audience or general public could be but she knew how to handle it and Ava was doing well with it.>>

<< as the time for entertaining the paparrazi came to an end , Ava found her own unique way of silencing her critics. one of the more angry onlookers shouted "MURDERER", Madonna and Morgan looked briefly to that direction but did their part to not dignify it and before the crowd could be further infected with the frenzy of admiration and contempt mixed, a crack of thunder BLASTED out in the skies.>>

<< although Morgan did not flinch, Madonna looked up and Morgan's eyes widened just a tad. she knew it wasnt HER doing and catching a clance from Persephone, she realized that it was HER.>>

a clever move, Ava!

<< at that moment, pubicists, assistants and other staff moved the women along to join the other models who were staged at various points around the large, sprawling fountain. a special area had been constructed for Madonna, Morgan and Ava to pose at various points and wind machines and lightning had been brought in to add to the scene as well.>>

<< as the sounds of wind and water filled the air, Morgan was quickly touched up and she gave last minute instructions that if her mother, or any others she'd left passes for showed up, to let them through and have Mike escort them to the private spectator's area.>>

you did good work there Ava.

<< Morgan commented, knowing that the water would keep most from hearing her.>>

It's not easy to face public scorn like this, but you're doing a hell of a job. I'm glad you've joined on with me in this project.

<< Madonna was nearby, but on another level of the specially designed platform.>>

let's just hope the rest of the shoot goes smoothly.


director: okay ladies and gentleman, let's begin the first round. Madonna in the center and elevated. Morgan on the right and a side profile, Ava on the left side profile.

<< the other models were instructed and knew what to do as well and as the water in the fountain now flowed according to specification with the enhanced lighting, the photo set came to life as Morgan, Madonna, Ava and the other models began to strike poses for the cameras. the wind machine added to the fantasy that was represented by the beauty and glamor these women were exuding and as Morgan looked on at the camera, she felt ALIVE and in the driver's seat. THIS is what she was born to do.>>
 
On The Move

Cameron walked in as Nicolas finished speaking with news about Alycia. Nicolas whirled and looked at him as he relayed his opinion about what to do.

You are right. Morgan needs to know, but we have a lot to juggle. I will teleport to the shoot and contact Morgan. That will be the lest disruptive in the end. If you could work on PINPOINTING Alycia, we can coordinate our actions once I speak with her. Delilah, if you wish, I figured that you would be good to monitor Illustra, especially since you have security control. The dream indicates that Illustra is a target and I expect for Sharon to eventually make her way over here to find Haleigh.

Nicolas turned and stood. His axe, now a cane, was in his hand as he teleported to...

The centrally located car that Mike had parked between the models' trailers. As he did so, he notified Mike who was already opening the door as he got out.

I need to gain access to them immediately. This shoot will have to be as brief as Morgan can make it.

Mike walked Nicolas past the security protocols and off to one side as the models took their poses. The three ladies were radiant, and Nicolas hated to cut this moment short, but he simply looked into Morgan's face. He knew that she would notice him very soon, and despite his sharp attire his face spoke volumes about the urgency of his news...
 
crashing the party

<< Alycia was alive and seemingly well and with Cameron aware of her now, there was hope. BUT Rick Riley was far from easily dealt with. As Nicolas, Delilah and Cameron spoke, the photo shoot at Rockefellar center progressed. Madonna's involvement in the shoot would be brief to allow her time to leave for rehersals and preparations for the gala/concert/fashion show at the Parthenon's grand ball room.>>

<< the scene was the stuff dreams were made of. fantastic sets, beautifull models, a frenzy of photographers, a driven director and crowds of onlookers being held at bay by police and barricades.>>

<< Mike was watching from a far. Having to look after Morgan and Ava was both a pleasurable task and a risky one...and rubbing elbows with Madonna was not something ANYONE could speak on casually. If he was star struck, he did a good job of not showing it.>>

<< as the photo shoot progressed, HALEIGH , who was now awake and functioning, was now preparing to leave with Zach to go to the cathedral to meet with the chaplain and Nicolas teleported to the photo shoot to contact Morgan on urgent business.>>


<< little did he know that he wasnt the ONLY one who would be responsible for cutting this photo shoot short.>>

<< Madonna, Liz Rosenburg and company had departed, after thanking Morgan once again and planning to see them later this evening. Morgan and Ava, along with the rest of the models were taking one last round of shots...the skies were clear...but nothing this good can last very long, can it?>>
 
Rockefellar Center Plaza Fountain

<< with Madonna having fullfilled her part in the photo shoot, she left early in typical diva celebrity fashion. Morgan was RELIEVED if only because NOW if something happened...Madonna would not be there and it would not be AS BAD since a celebrity of HER magnitude would not be directly involved.>>

<< after a brief recess and retouch, the models, along with morgan and ava resumed but as they were getting started, Morgan happened to turn her head and saw Nicolas. He was dapper as ever...but he looked VERY intent. For him to be here...looking directly at her from afar like THAT..it must be something serious. though her initial feeling was to ignore him outright, she knew that wasnt the RIGHT thing to do.>>

<< she looked at Ava and then the director.>>

Excuse me, I need to speak with Mr. King.

<< everyone there knew Nicolas to be Illustra's up and coming signature male super model. was he joining in on the shoot? no one knew, but as they took another recess, Morgan stepped down off the platform and made her way toward Nicolas.>>

Nicolas?

<< her movement toward him was halted by something totally unexpected...and PAINFULL.>>


OWW!!
 
The Birds

<< A seagull DIVE BOMBS Morgan...making an almost predatory noise as it STRIKES her across the top of her head with deadly aim. Morgan stumbles as she cries out. having been WOUNDED by the seagull.>>

<< before she can truly recover though....more seagulls appear, diving down and ATTACKING the crowd and police. a camera man is blind sided across the face by a bird and falls to the ground, his camera crushing his face and killing him. another electrical man is is beseiged by seagulls who are attacking his ears and eyes...he falls screaming from his post and smashes into the fountain behind ava.>>

<< MORE seagulls arrive, attacking Ava...her hands, her neck, her face, her hair....they seem to focus on HER more than anything else...where others circle and swoop, striking at the panicking crowd. the wires from t he now dead electrical man fall free as well...touching the ground and hitting water, electrocuting several police and other security officials and some of the crowd, who have now scattered out into the streets are being HIT by cars who have no time to stop!>>

<< as the chaos spreads, more birds attack Ava. biting her face and beating her with their wings. Morgan, who has fallen to the ground and hit her head is now unconscious.>>

across town

<< Zach and a rather tipsy Haleigh, have made their way to St. Patrick's cathedral. as they arrive to park, there seems to be no one about. the church looks "closed" but because the knew their appointmenet was set for today, the felt confident about going in. when they arrive at the front entrance double doors....and enter in...they are greeted by a terrible odor in the air...as well as the sound of birds fluttering , the sound echoes and as they pass into the dim sanctuary, the see signs of violence. birds high above in the barrel vaulted ceiling and worst of all....the residing preist of the church....CRUCIFIED on the cross behind the alter at the front of the sanctuary. the Priest is badly slashed and cut...with stars in his hands and feet...he has a look of pain and terror in his eyes..but he too is dead. who could have done this? Haleigh and Zach have stumbled upon a GRIZZLY murder scene, while CHAOS breaks loose in the streets of manhattan.>>
 
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Under Attack!!!!

Nicolas was relieved that he had now reached a stage with Morgan where he apparently could not be ignored. As she walked over to him, he began to lean forward to speak when a bird stuck Morgan in the head. HARD.

Morgan!!! Mike, I have something for you...

Nicolas moved as the carnage unfolded around them. He tore the electrical cables apart with his TK, cutting the juice to the equipment. He hoped that he had managed to save SOMEONE, almost everyone seemed to be badly hurt. He took advantage of the carnage to cause a large trunk to appear behind Mike. Mike turned and immediate snatched the case open, pulling a large can, two small fume masks and a mean looking rotating barrel shotgun. He slung the gun over his shoulder ad hustled over to Ava, putting on a mask and spraying the birds as he placed the mask loosely over her. The spray cut a swath through the avians as he sprayed, and he did so until the canister was empty, then tossed it aside.

Relax, Ava. I've got you covered. We will get you out of this.

Mike's face hardened as he pulled over his weapon. It was large and quite illegal, but necessary for this mission in his mind, and so got it from a friend of a friend of a friend after the first time he saw the damn birds. as he fired, the modified shotgun sprayed small energized pellets that shock anything it came in contact with, namely these birds. Anything that persevered after that got a bird of their own, namely the Desert Eagle he kept on his hip. He dropped two gulls with that as he continued to provide cover for Ava, risking his life as he did so...

Nic, I need you in the game. Fellas, provide cover!!!

Suddenly, a group of birds fell down, ensnared in a net from what seemed like nowhere. It was clear that Mike and his crew were on top of their game, but the birds were determined and as he fought, one finally dived for Ava too close for Mike to deter. he covered her up as the bird attacked. It tore savagely at his forearm that he held up for protection. He groaned but stayed focused as he used his other hand to beat it away.

While Mike went to Ava, Nicolas focused on helping the crowd as he caught Morgan. He engaged all brakes that he could reach quickly, hoping to stop the carnage in the street as he moved over towards Mike and Ava, cradling Morgan and erecting a shield as he went so that she would not be hit again...
 
:: The photoshoot was going off without a hitch. Madonna was as gracious as ever, and ever so supportive of Ava's involvement in this charity event. All three woman seemed to hit it off. But just as Madonna left, the seemingly flawless day turned into a nightmare. Luckily the popstar wasn't there to expeirence it. ::

:: Posing along side of Morgan, Ava didn't notice Nicolas arrive. Striking a few poses, she felt Morgan pull away, causing Ava to look to her. She excused herself alerting Ava that she needed to speak to Nicolas.....Looking over seeing Nicolas' less than chipper expression, something had happened...or was about to happen. The photographer continued to shoot just Ava, but her focus was on Morgan and Nicolas, trying to hear over the commotion of fans, what Nicolas was about to say to Morgan. But just as Morgan met with him, a seagull came out of no where, plowing into Morgan! Ava's eyes widened as a flock of seagulls began to dive bomb the photoshoot, attacking everything in sight. Ava could feel the distress and viciousness of the birds overwhelm her head, causing her to flutter her eyes in discomfort. Knowing she couldn't use her powers in public, Ava b-lined it toward the stairs. But just before she could get off the stage, a dozen seagulls began to swarm and squack around her, pecking at her skin, fingers, chest, hair, face. Blood began to trickle down her white satin dress as she waved her arms trying to protect her face from the attacks. ::

:: Stumbling back, MORE birds began to flock around Ava, completely engulfing her. Falling to the stage, Ava screamed. Even with her pull over animals, she couldn't seem to control these birds. They were almost rabid; possessed even. The sharp beaks pecked and pulled at her skin, literally ripping pieces off, causing bloody and gastly gashes along her exposes skin and face. With her eyes shut tightly, Ava felt someone come to her aid. It was Mike. He quickly began to aid her, shooting sprays and guns to try and keep the birds at bay. But the more he fought them, the more they attacked. They seemed to be FOCUSING on Ava. As Mike covered her body with his own, Ava was out of breath; her entire body feeling like it was on fire. The birds began to peck Mike as they tried desperately to get to Ava. ::

"GO! Find cover! Quickly before more come!"

:: Ava instructed, pushing Mike up from the ground, directing him toward the stairs. With Mike off of her, only a few birds attacked him while the rest of the flock focused on Ava. Dragging herself along the stage while trying to fight them off, Ava gritted her teeth in pain as they continued to TEAR more flesh off of her body. Like she was some sort of carcus and they were hungry vultures. Seeing Mike make it down the stairs, Ava reached for his hand, her arm completely covered in blood and wounds. ::

:: Just then, a few birds --who were screetching and fluttering above a spot light used for the photoshoot-- managed to work together to KNOCK the light over right in the path of Ava! These birds knew EXACTLY what they were doing; this wasn't just a random attack. They were trying to KILL Ava. Collapsing backward as the light smashed between Ava and Mike, Ava's movements became less frantic. She was loosing strength from loss of blood. With her arms covering her head, she laid on the stage in a semi-fetal position. People screaming, birds screetching, cars crashing, and fluttering of wings were all Ava could hear as she slowly began to fade into unconciousness. ::
 
Rockefellar Center Plaza Fountain

<< that sharp, searing PAIN, before being knocked to the ground left Morgan K.O.'ed>>



<< the super model sorceress didnt see what happened next as seagulls angrily attacked the crowd, the staff and Ava. she didnt see the chaos and carnage being caused or how bravely Nicolas and Mike, along with their "Crew" sprang into action.>>

<< after the shock and the pain began to level, Morgan was now craddled by Nicolas, and she soon stirred back to consciousness thanks to the increased air flow and the extreme sounds of chaos. as she opened her eyes...she groaned with pain and realized she was in the strong arms of Nicolas..>>

oh...my...what...what hit me?

<< she spoke softly as she began to see and process the chaos>>

.....the birds........NO!!! I'M RUINED!!!

<<she cried out as she looked with dismay and dizzyness and realized that the shoot had been wrecked and ruined...that people had been killed...and that pandemonium was all around. screams, cars honking, birds screeching...but if she was with Nicolas, WHERE was Ava??


<< putting her hand to her forehead as she felt the blood, she knew she was wounded, but it was worse when she saw Ava being beseiged by the seagulls. she was down, currled up into a fetal position!>>

AVA!! Nicolas.... i have to help her!!


<< she didnt care right now if they saw her using her powers...as she struggled to get away from Nicolas' hold....she rushed forward, frantically slapping away birds, using some of her super strength to knock them away forcefully. her hands and arms were getting slashed and pecked at in the process. all the fluttering, the feathers, the screeching....what was once a normally LARGE area, now seemed so small and cramped. Morgan kept her head bowed and she ducked and covered as much as she could before reaching reaching ava. Morgan crouches down near Ava....covering her face with one hand and holding up her other>>

AWAY FROM HER!

<< using her power, a chime sounds off as a VIOLENT gust of wind sweeps through the area....forcing the birds back...blowing some away utterly. it HELPED but it was not nearly enough. Morgan, who was normally quite strong, was still shakey...and she...she NEEDED Nicolas.>>

Nicolas....help me!!

<< she HATED calling on a man for help, but she needed it. standing, struggling to help Persephone, Morgan continued to hit away some other more determined birds.>>


<< thanks to Nicolas' quick thinking, not many more people were being hit by traffic. traffic was now ground to a halt and the crowd was now getting a chance to disperse. Nicolas and Mike had done a valiant job....but the overall damage was done. Morgan was injured, Ava was badly hurt, and the photo shoot was now going to be the scene of a terrifying and freaky accident of nature that would probably spread like wildfire through the media.>>

<< as Morgan struggled to help Ava, she began to cry with dismay and with utter defeat. the first chance she got to work with her idol for a truly wonderfull cause...and now it would all be overshadowed by this. she was RUINED. at least she felt she was. several of her staff were now DEAD too!>>
 
Rockefellar Center/ St. Patrick's cathedral

<< Ava was RIGHT in her feeling about these birds. they WERE rabid with HATRED , driven by the HATRED of the woman who was now their mistress. Sharon Kelly, aka The Silver Swan.>>

<< as the seagulls delivered a shocking and devastating attack upon Ava, the staff of Illustra, the crowd and Morgan...Nicolas and Mike did their very best to help and while it made a HUGE difference in controlling the casualties, the damage was done.>>

<< as Morgan began to cry over what she knew was certain professional ruin and scandal, the birds, made a few last strikes in the area..before those of them that COULD, began to take their leave. many birds were now sedated or tranquilized, many others were dead, alongside their human victims. it was a horrid, bloody, damaged scene to behold.>>

<< while Nicolas and Mike helped Morgan and Ava and made a QUICK exit to Illustra where Karen , Delilah, Cameron and the medical facilities were at, Haleigh and Zach were just BEGINNING their own descent into a horrible encounter with the woman behind the bird attacks.>>

<< as they went further into the church, into the executive offices, they would find the offices ransacked, destroyed and more bodies. nuns, workers, the CHAPLAIN...all DEAD, with spinning stars lodged into their bodies at various areas...into the walls and other places. blood spattered and sprayed and file strewn about. the Chaplain had met an especially horrid death. in addition to having spinning stars lodged into his bady mutilated body...his EYES had been plucked out....by the birds perhaps? >>

<< Haleigh and Zach would find their own marraige application now pinned to the wall with a silver, metalloid dagger jammed through it. there birds of various species in here too....fluttering about as they watched the two humans.>>

<< WHO could have done this? Haleigh was about to find out...much to her and Zach's peril as they continued to search the area....reacting to what they saw and trying to gather ANY information or clues as to WHAT had taken place...what they were now being faced with.>>

<< reports of the bird attack at the photo shoot were now coming across media outlets at this moment and Haleigh would pick up on those two as she was investigating this grizzly murder scene.>>
 
Post-Carnage

As Nicolas carried Morgan, she wrestled away to get to Ava, slapping birds away as she went, then finally chiming a gust of wind. As she screamed back to him, asking for help (???!!!!!). He went to her, ignoring the attacks of the avians. Luckily the carnage covered for their use of powers, and he helped out by pushing the rest of the birds back as he rushed over.

Menwhile, Mike had grabbed two new shotguns and was emptying them with a vengeance into the birds that remained. He was tough, but a scene like this can definitely take its toll. Nicolas called to him, and after a moment he snapped out of his rage and grabbed Ava up, carrying her quickly back to the vehicle, Nicolas and Morgan close behind. For speeds sake, Nicolas picked Morgan back up and the men laid them both into the back of the car, opening the window to the back inside. As Mike drove, Nicolas manipulated the relays in the stoplights so as to guarantee a straight shot back to Illustra. Mike began yelling into his communicator.

Good motherfuckin' job, fellas!! I got two down over some goddamned birds. What the fuck were you-


That's enough Mike!! Everyone did their BEST!!! Guys, regroup at Illustra in a half hour.

Nicolas voiced boomed as he stopped Mike, grabbing his shoulder with a hand. As Mike looked over, his face was anguished. Morgan would notice the bond that these two shared as Nicolas helped out a friend.

She'll be fine. They BOTH will. Just get us home, OK?

Mike nodded as he lsitened to Nicolas and spoke one last time on the communicator.

Lost my head for a moment, people. Regroup for a debrief at Illustra in 20 minutes. Out.

Mike skidded into the driveway and the men stepped out almost before the car stopped. Each one grabbed a lady from the back and hurried to the elevator. Nicolas "helped" the elevator to the medical area more quickly and they stepped out, taking the ladies to adjacent stretchers.
 
:: Ava could faintly hear Morgan screaming her name. Between the birds eating her like a filleted fish, the chaos of people screaming, and her own struggle to stay conscious, Ava could barely answer, yet alone yell for help. ::

"....Morgan.."

:: Morgan fought her way over to Ava's side, slapping the birds away frantically. Ava's body was covered in blood; deep gashes adorned her skin from the birds literally ripping her flesh away. The last thing Ava remembered was Morgan calling Nicolas for help and her starting to cry. Moving her hand on top of Morgan's, Ava squeezed it as tightly as she could to try and comfort her. It was a devastating blow to the photo shoot, but none of this could be blamed on Morgan. The media couldn't possibly twist this into tabloid story involving Illustra, Morgan, herself, or Madonna. To the rest of the world, it looked like a freak accidents. Birds going crazy and attacking. But to the six, they knew it was Sharon Kelly's doing. ::

:: The moment Nicolas and Mike arrived by their sides, Ava lost consciousness. Limp in Mike's arms, her blood stained his skin and clothing as he carried her to the limo. Laying her inside, Ava looked frail and ghostly from loss of blood. It was quite shocking for a woman who could control animals to be savagely attacked by them. It showed how truly powerful Sharon Kelly was with her sway over birds. ::

:: Finally pulling up to Illustra, both Mike and Nicolas carried a shaken Morgan and a badly injured Ava to the elevators and to the medical floor. Ava's once beautiful white dress was stained with different shades of red blood and tattered from the acidic nature of her blood. Mike would have burns along his exposed skin from touching her as well. Unconscious, Ava needed medical attention immediately. ::
 
Medical bay

Mike laid Persephone on the gurney and, as he turned to go to the cabinet, he noticed it. BURNING, on his flesh. It didn't take long to realize that one special thing about this sweetheart was that her blood had a pH of less than 1.

He immediately tore off his shirt and ran water over his arms, which took the brunt of the actual skin-to-skin contact. He washed his arms with antibacterial soap to kill the germs and neutralize the acid. It still hurt like hell, but he would live.

Mike felt like warmed -over shit, but turning back he realized it was much better than how Ava must have felt. She was unconcscious and her vitals weren't strong. He cut her dress away (leaving as much modesty as he could) and washed her wounds, placing some iodine in them. he opened a smelling salt and waved it under Ava's nose. She was damned pale, but he still bet that she recovered much more quickly than your typical person. ANYONE whose tissues could survive that type of blood had to be impressive.

C'mon girl. You were just warming to me a bit. No time to die today. Nic, time for that education to come in handy...

**********************************

As for Nicolas, he took a smelling salt and waved it under Morgan's nose. She was woozy, but she had taken much less damage than Ava. Hell, she had taken maybe less than Mike, who was running on fumes in spite of his frantic energy. Nicolas knew that Mike would be next on a gurney, but that it would be a battle to get him there unless he could verify that Ava was OK. He turned as Mike called for him.

The key is Morgan. I am working with her. Once she is more herself, we should be able to get her to heal herself AND Ava.

<<<turns back to Morgan>>>

Morgan, honey? Look at me!! It's Nicolas. This is not your fault. We WILL get through this, but I need you to snap back into it. Ava needs your help...
 
:: Ava's acidic blood was less potent when she was unconscious, which made Mike a very lucky man. When she's conscious, her blood could literally burn through flesh within seconds, seering the bone. It was even powerful enough to burn metal. So for Mike to be standing there alive, let alone attempting to treat Ava, was a miracle really. ::

:: Mike waved some smelling salt under Ava's nose, causing her to inhaled quickly, and jarr her awake. Rolling her sapphire eyes open, the bright lights above burned her sensetive eyes, causing her to close them sleepily. Rolling her head to the side, she hissed in pain, disturbing the raw wounds along her neck. Closing her eyes tightly, her body felt numb at the places the birds focuses on the most. Such as her arms and legs. However the wounds along her torso, neck, and face were excruciating. ::

"Oh my God."

:: Managing to muster out a few words, her voice was laced with pain as it cracked horsely. Opening her eyes once more, her blurred vision was gone and she could see perfectly. Noticing Mike standing next to her, and Nicolas next to an upset Morgan, Ava barely managed to shake her head, indicating Mike to stay away from her. ::

"Don't touch me."

:: She said sharply, noticing the minor burns along his bare torso and arms. ::

"My blood...it--it'll burn through your skin. It's more po--[wincing in pain] potent now that i'm awake."

:: A few of her wounds continued to bleed, while the others seem to have clotted from Mike's assistance. Painfully rolling her head to look at Morgan, Ava shut her eyes for a moment, finding it taxing to speak. ::

"Is she alright?"
 
Med bay

As Ava motioned for Mike to step back, she indicated that her blood was even MORE potent when she was awake. He moved quickly away, noting to himself that he would need to purchase protective gear in Nitrile for this eventuality in the future. He did NOT like to be surprised, and he would not be the next time with this. As she asked about Morgan, he spoke to her.

Morgan is fine, she simply needs to take a moment. But for yourself, relax a minute. I just got you awak-

Mike fell backwards towards the floor. His own woulds had not yet clotted and, combined with the damage he took carrying Ava, he finally gave in after convincing himslef of ava's recovery. Nicolas was actually waiting for this to happen and moved him over to the next gurney. Nicolas spoke to Ava.

They both will be fine. Morgan should be up and at 'em quite soon and Mike just needs rest for now.

<<Nicolas spoke into a communicator much like Mike's.>>

Team, set up a perimeter and wait for further instructions.
 
:: Mike wisely moved back, taking Ava's warning seriously. Smart man, indeed. Looking to Nicolas, as he began to speak, Mike unexpectedly collapsed to the floor, causing Ava to instinctively lift herself onto her elbows to see if he was okay. But, unfortunately, Ava's wounds were far too raw for her to do anything but lay still. Crying out, she stopped moving and shut her eyes tightly. Damn birds and their damn vendetta against her. Why HER anyway? If this was a MysTech related attack, why did they focus souly on her (for the most part) instead of attacking Morgan and Nicolas in the same fashion. It didn't make sen-- ::

"Sharon..."

:: Ava murmured, cutting her own thoughts off. If somehow Sharon had sway over these birds, it made perfect sense as to why the birds were trying to kill Ava more than anyone else. Sharon Kelly and the Cassadines had a long standing feud, so Sharon wanting Ava dead was like peanut butter and jelly. It just fit together. ::

:: Sucking in a shallow breath, Ava began to push herself up off the gureny, clenching her teeth in pain. The thin white cloth covering the gurney had dried to her wounds, causing it to pull painfully off. Finally sitting up onto her elbows, she looked to Nicolas. ::

"We need to alert everyone to return to Illustra immediately. I have a feeling that Sharon is behind the bird attacks. Everyone's....vulnerable out in the open."
 
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