OOC: Hey everyone, this is kind of a supplemental post to an old RPG that i had going that eventually fell apart due to some people going missing. This takes place after that old RP and is the starting point of a new RP that I hope to start up.

Jordan perched precariously on the edge of the 15 story office building in downtown Dallas on a crisp early summer morning. The night before had been plagued by thunderstorms, which had made a restless night for Jordan even worse. Life had fallen apart since his misadventures nearly two years ago with the mysterious duo of Dr. Charlie Sententia and Cameron Banks. Even now, so long after the events of that unfortunate night, his face paled and his bones chilled at the memory. Everything had been wrong that night. From Sententia’s gleeful blood lust to Cameron’s strange, almost inhuman composure, and topped off with the death and blood that was spilled all over the sterile white facility that Cameron had brought them too. It had all been a lie, Jordan had discovered over time. Cameron Banks hadn’t been taking Jordan to one of her safe houses but a state of the art research facility for an organization called M.E.T.A.L., or Metallurgic Experimental Technologies for the Advancement of Life. Why she had brought him there he had never discovered. It was possible that Cameron had been created there. He knew that Cameron was something more than human. He had been able to sense the metal inside her body, metal that had caused some kind of mental feedback against his mutant power to control metal through a kind of targeted telekinesis. Truth was, Jordan had had no real knowledge about his powers at all and since he had fled the M.E.T.A.L. facility, Jordan had not really had a chance to look for answers.

Jordan shivered again at the memory and, much as he had done for the past several months, he wondered if it really was the disconnected and discomfiting Cameron who hid the truth for him or the alleged medical professional Charlie Sententia and his alarming enjoyment of visiting harm on others that was bothering him. In the darkest depths of his memories hid another fear. Something in that facility had tried to reach out to him, had tried to communicate with him. Something cold and impartial and completely alien had been able to sense Jordan and Jordan had been able to sense it as well, though he lacked the understanding of what that could mean. Heaving air into his lungs, Jordan fought down the rising tide of anxiety in his chest. That night had marked the beginning of the end for what Jordan had going for him. After they assaulted the compound and the people within, Jordan had never felt right again. He had felt as if he was being tracked and watched, monitored for some reason. It had spooked him and he had fled his apartment, his job, and his education and had taken to living in the streets of Dallas. Moving from rooftop to beneath over passes with little more than a tent and some clothes was not much of a way of life. Sometimes he felt he had escaped from whatever had been watching him only to wake up the next morning to feel as if they were right on top of him. Still, regardless of that pervasive feeling, Jordan had been unable to leave the city. Something held him here in Dallas, like a magnet. It sure as hell wasn’t a family or friends or a life of any sort. Jordan was an orphan and had no surviving family members. He didn’t have time for friends in school as he worked three jobs just to keep a small, practically unfurnished apartment and still afford his tuition. The only connection he had to Dallas was Master Dai Mon, a kung fu instructor that would often trade his teachings with Jordan for menial tasks. Sure the old man might wonder about him if he had gone missing, might even miss him, but the old man surely was used to the comings and goings of his students.

So it was something else keeping him here in Dallas. Jordan shouldered the hiking rucksack he used to transport his camp from place to place and tried to ignore the thought that kept worming its way into his mind; the memory of that feeling, something lurking in the depths of that research center, silent and waiting for him to come back.