PLOT !?

[CAPTAIN ALLY !?]

The year is 2028.
Dark times are upon us.

On January 9th, 2017, a government announcement interrupted all of the country's major broadcasts. At 8:27 pm, the president and a group of men and women (who were shortly found out to be government-employed scientists) told the entire United States of America that after years of laborious research and painstaking research, the U.S. government had developed a cure-all. It would end and prevent all diseases, infections, chronic health problems- you name it. If it was medical, it was fixed.
It had gone through months of rigorous and successful testing, and was to be released to the general American population by the end of January, and to the rest of the world a month after.
People around the country mobbed their hospitals, doctors' offices, schools- anywhere that was supplying the nation with the combination shot-and-pill cure and vaccination had mile-long lines. People waited for hours for this drug that worked miracles. That could cure even cancer.
After over eleven years without so much as a single outburst of the common cold, all the country's hospitals have fallen into disuse and disrepair.
And strange things are happening.
People are disappearing off the streets. Strange lights and noises can be seen and heard from the abandoned hospitals, striking ghost stories into being.
But the truth is far more sinister than lost souls,
Test subjects and vaccinated citizens alike are falling prey to unforeseen side effects of The Cure.
In curing the body, somehow, The Cure opened up previously inaccessible parts of the human brain, causing, in some people abilities that should be impossible.
Heightened senses. Super-strength. Super-speed. Telekinesis. Teleportation. Invisibility. Time manipulation. Seeing sound. Seeing electric waves. Pyrokinesis. Reading and manipulating minds.
Barely a third of the list of discovered abilities, and it sounds more like something from a comic book.

Unbeknownst to most of the world, a privately owned medical company bought their way into the cure in its early days. This company, Alticor, helped provide equipment, funding, research teams- even helped with conducting early clinical trials. Since the cure's release, they've fallen almost entirely off the radar.
But to a select few, the name of the company is synonymous with evil.
Alticor officially discovered the "side effects" of the cure, when several of their earliest test subjects began to develop these abilities. They started investigating these strange new abilities, as would only seem natural, but it didn't take long for things to take a turn for the worse. Nobody really knows how Alticor became what it is now. It could have been the change of administration, of course, but surely Mr. Fender couldn't have singlehandedly corrupt the company. Whatever the cause, Alticor has become the stuff of nightmares for anyone who has developed an ability. Resorting to kidnapping and blackmail, you're lucky if they let you work for them- at least that way you get to keep breathing. Most of these people who have been disappearing have wound up in Alticor laboratories, subject to painful, and often fatal experiments. Some of the gifted have bargained for their own safety or that of their loved ones by working for Alticor, usually either helping to bring others like themselves in or becoming tools in assisting their cruel experiments.

Some of the people Alticor takes have some fight in them, though. Some of them escape. In the shadows of run-down hospitals, out in the depths of Cross Creek Forest, those who have escaped are beginning to band together, trying to warn others of the dangers that come with their gifts, trying to find a way to save others like themselves. As their numbers grow, whispers begin to circulate- whispers of plans, of destruction. "Alticor must fall," some say. And who's to say what a person won't do after enduring such physical and psychological torture?

Most of the public remains in the dark. The majority aren't even aware that their next door neighbor can see the future, or their cousin can control the weather. But that certainly won't stop it from happening.

Choose your side.
Choose your destiny.