More Human Than Human (Open)

Erica finished with the Chicago PD Helicopter, then turned and quickly jogged to where the other Meta's were waiting for her. When Erica caught up with Eelia and Helia, Helia said "So what's your name?". Erica was ready to quickly respond with "Erica", as it was the name her parents had given to her when she was born in Bavaria during the rise of the Nazi's. However as she thought about what her "Real" name was, she realized that try as she might, much of what made her "Erica" had faded a long time ago. What the Nazi's, the US Government, every battlefield, sweaty hell hole, and apocalyptic nightmare they'd sent her to had turned her into something else.... A killer most certainly... But also A wraith.... A renegade.... What made Erica, Erica died alongside her innocence when she was recruited by the Nazi's.

Erica turned towards Helia and slowly said "I'm Wraith.... Wraith Renegade... And you are? Something tells me you aren't from around here.". The words leaving her lips slowly, as if she was just remembering them herself. It had been a long time since she had gone by that name. A name which she'd practically run to Chicago to forget. It was the reason why she injected opiates in her arm, the reason why she tossed and turned at night, and the reason why she'd severed all links to her past. She hated Wraith Renegade.... She hated the violence, the misery, and the pain. Yet part of her craved it.... And there was no denying she was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. This night serving as another perfect example of that.

As Helia responded to Erica, Yumo came bounding down the alleyway, having drawn most of the police off of the other Meta's. As he raced to rejoin his compatriots, he slipped off the roof of the building, landing hard on the concrete below. Erica chuckled at this, saying "Smooth...." playfully, as Yumo dusted himself off and said "We should be good for another like 45 min, but then we have to scatter like ants.". Erica nodded and said "By that time half the fucking Army is going to be after us....".

As the others all spoke amongst themselves Erica reached into her jacket and fumbled around for a cigarette. After a moment her hand emerged holding a white Camel Light and a black lighter. Erica cupped her hands to protect the flame from the cold, windy Chicago night air and said "Well..... I guess I'll be seeing you around?". She wasn't much for pleasantries anymore, decades of "Politeness" seeming like far to many for Erica, as she'd grown tired of the daily monotony of life. Before the others could respond Erica had already turned to walk down the alley, where she'd reach a main street, and eventually reach her tiny, dank apartment, where she'd try and kill yet another memory of wanton destruction she'd caused.

Erica finished with the Chicago PD Helicopter, then turned and quickly jogged to where the other Meta's were waiting for her. When Erica caught up with Eelia and Helia, Helia said "So what's your name?". Erica was ready to quickly respond with "Erica", as it was the name her parents had given to her when she was born in Bavaria during the rise of the Nazi's. However as she thought about what her "Real" name was, she realized that try as she might, much of what made her "Erica" had faded a long time ago. What the Nazi's, the US Government, every battlefield, sweaty hell hole, and apocalyptic nightmare they'd sent her to had turned her into something else.... A killer most certainly... But also A wraith.... A renegade.... What made Erica, Erica died alongside her innocence when she was recruited by the Nazi's.

Erica turned towards Helia and slowly said "I'm Wraith.... Wraith Renegade... And you are? Something tells me you aren't from around here.". The words leaving her lips slowly, as if she was just remembering them herself. It had been a long time since she had gone by that name. A name which she'd practically run to Chicago to forget. It was the reason why she injected opiates in her arm, the reason why she tossed and turned at night, and the reason why she'd severed all links to her past. She hated Wraith Renegade.... She hated the violence, the misery, and the pain. Yet part of her craved it.... And there was no denying she was drawn to it like a moth to a flame. This night serving as another perfect example of that.

As Helia responded to Erica, Yumo came bounding down the alleyway, having drawn most of the police off of the other Meta's. As he raced to rejoin his compatriots, he slipped off the roof of the building, landing hard on the concrete below. Erica chuckled at this, saying "Smooth...." playfully, as Yumo dusted himself off and said "We should be good for another like 45 min, but then we have to scatter like ants.". Erica nodded and said "By that time half the fucking Army is going to be after us....".

As the others all spoke amongst themselves Erica reached into her jacket and fumbled around for a cigarette. After a moment her hand emerged holding a white Camel Light and a black lighter. Erica cupped her hands to protect the flame from the cold, windy Chicago night air and said "Well..... I guess I'll be seeing you around?". She wasn't much for pleasantries anymore, decades of "Politeness" seeming like far to many for Erica, as she'd grown tired of the daily monotony of life. Before the others could respond Erica had already turned to walk down the alley, where she'd reach a main street, and eventually reach her tiny, dank apartment, where she'd try and kill yet another memory of wanton destruction she'd caused.