Of Men and Titans Book III (IC)

[Personal Freedom]

Steven and Anne
Anne flung open the front door and walked in. The place was a mess and it was evident something had recently occurred here. What ever charm the place had was lost with the thrown food and mess on the floor. Steven came a moment later. He looked flustered and scanned the cafe quickly.

Yeah, something happened here. Damn, I should have never brought her to this district. I'm such a fool.

Meanwhile Anne had helped herself up to the counter. She noted the woman at the floor and was now focusing on the occupants. First there was the teenage girl. To all she looked like a teenager, but Anne was aware of something else. The girl was not herself. Someone else was inside of her or something. As Steven sat down next to her she seemed focused on the girl.

"Anne, what is it?" he asked quietly.

"I don't know," Anne answered finally turning away from the girl. She whispered to Steven so that others wouldn't hear. "That girl is not herself. The body doesn't belong to her. The soul is that of a younger girl."

"Okay. Should I be concerned."

"No, I don't see anything to indicate that she is violent. Just noting it."

[Charmera]

The Madness

The Madness wandered the darkness, lost in the ruins of the once great city. He was lost, though he hadn't lost the scent of the odd thing that had intruded on his asylum, he had not wandered so far away from his precious asylum he had guarded for so long before, and the terrain was completely unfamiliar to him. Occasionally he would trip on an odd jagged rock, the worms falling from his body, and he would have to get up and reform himself, however he seemed to be making some progress towards the odd thing he was looking for. Those who were sane may have noted it was odd to embark on a journey just on the barest of hints, however the Madness is anything but sane and is often prone to random actions and emotions.

He supposed he would soon need a name for that which he was looking for… He thought on this as he slowly shuffled towards the mental scent.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

He saw the man dash in front of him, promptly followed by another.
What the...? Who are these guys? Trouble most likely.

''Um..hello Sirs, what do you want?'' he asked with a shy tone and clasping his two hands together to give off a innocent demeanor.

I have no time for this...I should have just gone around them.

Mitchell smiled softly. "In case you haven't noticed, there's a pervert following you."
Matthew jabbed his brother in the side. "How the heck would you know that?" he growls
"Why else would a man follow a kid like that?" Mitchell answers rubbing his side.
"What if it's his dad?" Matt snaps back at him, then turns to the child. "Is that your dad?"

''Pervert?'' said Damien with his index finger under his chin. ''I don't know what that is except that its bad and I'm supposed to stay away from it'' he said in a innocent sounding tone.

So I'm being followed? Could be another goon hired by one of the rival families, or what if I really am being stalked by some sicko?

He rolled his eyes looking right and left. Then he slowly tilted his head but saw no one.

Is this some kind of prank?

''No, my dad's not here, I'm just on my way to him.''

They might be here to distract me, I've got to keep my senses alert.

[Qeno]

"Because they lack the ability to communicate with one another, People might not like what the other person might believe but they'll understand their stance on a certain subject" Rei explained looking down at the ice and fished out the peeled orange sitting on top then ate it.

"That is only a brick in the wall but I am certain that there are a number of things that could prevent such things" She added and intertwined her fingers on the table looking at the man resting his head on his arm.

"Oh,could I get a refill and a menu please?" Rei added trying to get the employees focused back on business.

"Here you go ma'am. Hey Cory, what should we do? You're the one in charge when the manager's not here, also you were the one knocked out this woman cold." Said one of the female part-timer, refilling her glass with lemonade and placing a menu on the table.

"Huh?......... I guess we'll just have to close it a bit earlier today, that's probably our best option, I mean-............ Wait, the cops forgot to take the crazy woman?" Asked Corporal with surprise, the sudden information, his head popping up near instantly.

"Yeah, she's right there, oh yeah, what should I do with the gun you threw at the corner?" Replied the part-timer, pointing at the unconscious lady, who was breathing softly.

"Aren't you a super? Destroy it, make sure that nobody can use it....... As for the lady, make Mike put her on top of one of the long tables. Oh yeah, also give her a blanket and a pillow." Answered Corporal, looking down at her from the floor, then turning back to Rei.

"Got it. HEY MIKE, COME OVER HERE." Shouted the part-timer, going to the kitchen to get Mike.

"Okay young miss....... Looks like we have with only both of us. Those word back there, their wise beyond your words, I'm not judging you or anything, but I'm guessing that you're a super right?....... You don't need to answer that, it's none of my business, please order when you're ready." Said Corporal, standing up from his chair and going back to the counter. While in the background, Mike had placed the lady on top of one of the long tables, who after he finished doing the task, went back to the kitchen.

"Maybe" Rei smiled answering the eye patched man's question as she picked up the menu then started flipping through the pages of the menu and looked along side the boarders for something to catch her eye until she began to read the soup section. There was a minestrone soup bowl with a side of a ham and cheese sandwich. 'Hmm...that sounds interesting...' Rei thought before exuberantly closing the lid of the menu and waited for the man to be ready.

"Um...Sir...Could I get a minestrone soup bowl with a ham and cheese sandwich?" Rei inquired looking up at the battle scarred man. She was completely oblivious that her cover was blown by a certain on-looker and the reason she didn't know was because she didn't hear the voice, exposing her secret.

[Saestea]

Mitchell smiled softly. "In case you haven't noticed, there's a pervert following you."
Matthew jabbed his brother in the side. "How the heck would you know that?" he growls
"Why else would a man follow a kid like that?" Mitchell answers rubbing his side.
"What if it's his dad?" Matt snaps back at him, then turns to the child. "Is that your dad?"

''Pervert?'' said Damien with his index finger under his chin. ''I don't know what that is except that its bad and I'm supposed to stay away from it'' he said in a innocent sounding tone.

So I'm being followed? Could be another goon hired by one of the rival families, or what if I really am being stalked by some sicko?

He rolled his eyes looking right and left. Then he slowly tilted his head but saw no one.

Is this some kind of prank?

''No, my dad's not here, I'm just on my way to him.''

They might be here to distract me, I've got to keep my senses alert.

Matt raised an eyebrow. Somehow, he knew that the boy was pretending. He decided not to tell Mitchell for the while.
He looked behind the boy again, and saw something else. Something quite strange.. Only earlier, he'd seen a distorted figure of a man. He thought at first that this might be involved with that guy in the alley. But now, there was nothing but smoke. Matt took a deep breath.
Mitchell also then realized that there was no one there. He blinked once. "What?" he muttered. He tried bending the light behind the boy, but saw nothing but smoke. He shook his head and looked back down at the boy.
"Well... There's no one there after all."
Matt looked again. "No one at all.. But still, you shouldn't be around on your own."
"There may have not been a pervert there, but there will be somewhere else on the way." Mitchell said with a smile.
"We should know." Matt finished with a wise tone, cocking his head to examine the boy. "Mitch? why don't we come with him?"
Mitch looked at his brother with uncertainty, wondering why Matt was acting that way suddenly.
"Oh.. Okay.. I guess we should. Where are you going?" he asked.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

''Pervert?'' said Damien with his index finger under his chin. ''I don't know what that is except that its bad and I'm supposed to stay away from it'' he said in a innocent sounding tone.

So I'm being followed? Could be another goon hired by one of the rival families, or what if I really am being stalked by some sicko?

He rolled his eyes looking right and left. Then he slowly tilted his head but saw no one.

Is this some kind of prank?

''No, my dad's not here, I'm just on my way to him.''

They might be here to distract me, I've got to keep my senses alert.

Matt raised an eyebrow. Somehow, he knew that the boy was pretending. He decided not to tell Mitchell for the while.
He looked behind the boy again, and saw something else. Something quite strange.. Only earlier, he'd seen a distorted figure of a man. He thought at first that this might be involved with that guy in the alley. But now, there was nothing but smoke. Matt took a deep breath.
Mitchell also then realized that there was no one there. He blinked once. "What?" he muttered. He tried bending the light behind the boy, but saw nothing but smoke. He shook his head and looked back down at the boy.
"Well... There's no one there after all."
Matt looked again. "No one at all.. But still, you shouldn't be around on your own."
"There may have not been a pervert there, but there will be somewhere else on the way." Mitchell said with a smile.
"We should know." Matt finished with a wise tone, cocking his head to examine the boy. "Mitch? why don't we come with him?"
Mitch looked at his brother with uncertainty, wondering why Matt was acting that way suddenly.
"Oh.. Okay.. I guess we should. Where are you going?" he asked.

''Oh, I'm going all the way to the Upper District where my Dad is. I kind of got a little lost though and I really need to find my way back. You look like your around from around Millersville, I'd really appreciate your help.

He gave out a cheerful look.

Excellent! I can use these guys as my personal bodyguards to escort me to the Upper District and hopefully they can nullify the threat of any potential kidnappers that might lurk about.

[Harbertia]

Fall Harbor
"Captain, word from our scouts..... They said that the situation is still the same and is in fact escalating." Reported a young man dressed in an old 1940's era tan military uniform, a Karabiner 98k bolt-action rifle slung behind his left shoulder. In front of him was a man in his late 30's with a military style buzzcut, his hair having hints of red among the blond hair, his green eyes looking at the map of the city ruins, at least 60 men wearing the same uniform behind him.

"Hmmmm, then we should probably start heading to the surface soon, rouse up the people. If we manage to pull this off, we'll be able to have a foothold and perhaps bring back the Order....." Muttered the Order Remnants leader in Fall Harbor, gently grasping his chin, which had some stubble. "We still have to find participants in the Titan Project, like Subject Delta, and perhaps some others...."

"Sir?" Asked one of his men.

"I want everybody to split up into groups of ten, search this sector of the city for any clues about Titan product, "Subject Delta." I also want you to round up any of the........ experiments, I don't care how, we just need them for the upcoming attack." Ordered the Captain, watching as his men did as they were told and began to search the area, all of them armed with flashlights.

The search for the weapon has begun.

MEA

The creature was again towing the rod behind it. It no longer knew where it was going. It was near the center of the old town, it came here before. It was merely going in circles. It paused their in the center, trying to remember what once was, but all she could see where the buildings, the people where of no interest to her. Something about the environment, the scent, the sounds, the air. That's what she wanted to recall. She wanted to recall the feeling of the day, the warmth of the sun upon h'her' skin, the polluted smog in her lungs. I was never really here. The images, they are not of this place. The creature seemed to have something come over it, something that confused it. It knew home was not here, why must it always return to this place? Emptiness, it drowns me. I can't breath! It slumpt upon it's knees dropping the rod behind it....

[Saestea]

Matt raised an eyebrow. Somehow, he knew that the boy was pretending. He decided not to tell Mitchell for the while.
He looked behind the boy again, and saw something else. Something quite strange.. Only earlier, he'd seen a distorted figure of a man. He thought at first that this might be involved with that guy in the alley. But now, there was nothing but smoke. Matt took a deep breath.
Mitchell also then realized that there was no one there. He blinked once. "What?" he muttered. He tried bending the light behind the boy, but saw nothing but smoke. He shook his head and looked back down at the boy.
"Well... There's no one there after all."
Matt looked again. "No one at all.. But still, you shouldn't be around on your own."
"There may have not been a pervert there, but there will be somewhere else on the way." Mitchell said with a smile.
"We should know." Matt finished with a wise tone, cocking his head to examine the boy. "Mitch? why don't we come with him?"
Mitch looked at his brother with uncertainty, wondering why Matt was acting that way suddenly.
"Oh.. Okay.. I guess we should. Where are you going?" he asked.

''Oh, I'm going all the way to the Upper District where my Dad is. I kind of got a little lost though and I really need to find my way back. You look like your around from around Millersville, I'd really appreciate your help.

He gave out a cheerful look.

Excellent! I can use these guys as my personal bodyguards to escort me to the Upper District and hopefully they can nullify the threat of any potential kidnappers that might lurk about.

"Upper District? Oh.. We've been there a lot." Mitch told him with a smile.
"We've killed a lot of people from there." Matt added with an even bigger smile. Mitchell whacked him on the shoulder.
"We'll help you get there." Mitchell told him, making gestures for him to ignore Matt. He then turned to his brother and frowned.
"What about Mia?" he asks.
Matt shrugged. "Let her be with her stupid suitcase. I mean.. This should teach her."
Mitch just nodded. He once again looked behind the boy to make sure. Nothing.
"So... What's your name?" Mitchell said, showing the boy his hand. "I'm Mitchell, and this is my brother Matt."

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

''Oh, I'm going all the way to the Upper District where my Dad is. I kind of got a little lost though and I really need to find my way back. You look like your around from around Millersville, I'd really appreciate your help.

He gave out a cheerful look.

Excellent! I can use these guys as my personal bodyguards to escort me to the Upper District and hopefully they can nullify the threat of any potential kidnappers that might lurk about.

"Upper District? Oh.. We've been there a lot." Mitch told him with a smile.
"We've killed a lot of people from there." Matt added with an even bigger smile. Mitchell whacked him on the shoulder.
"We'll help you get there." Mitchell told him, making gestures for him to ignore Matt. He then turned to his brother and frowned.
"What about Mia?" he asks.
Matt shrugged. "Let her be with her stupid suitcase. I mean.. This should teach her."
Mitch just nodded. He once again looked behind the boy to make sure. Nothing.
"So... What's your name?" Mitchell said, showing the boy his hand. "I'm Mitchell, and this is my brother Matt."

Killed? Good, these guys have experience then.
Who's Mia? A suitcase?

''Nice to meet you, I'm-''

............

''Damien. Damien Somerfield. Now if you please could, do lead the way to the Upper District. I assure you upon arrival you will be well compensated for your time.''

I hope these guys are good.

He started walking, expecting them to follow.

''Any idea how long it might take to get there?''

[Saestea]

"Upper District? Oh.. We've been there a lot." Mitch told him with a smile.
"We've killed a lot of people from there." Matt added with an even bigger smile. Mitchell whacked him on the shoulder.
"We'll help you get there." Mitchell told him, making gestures for him to ignore Matt. He then turned to his brother and frowned.
"What about Mia?" he asks.
Matt shrugged. "Let her be with her stupid suitcase. I mean.. This should teach her."
Mitch just nodded. He once again looked behind the boy to make sure. Nothing.
"So... What's your name?" Mitchell said, showing the boy his hand. "I'm Mitchell, and this is my brother Matt."

Killed? Good, these guys have experience then.
Who's Mia? A suitcase?

''Nice to meet you, I'm-''

............

''Damien. Damien Somerfield. Now if you please could, do lead the way to the Upper District. I assure you upon arrival you will be well compensated for your time.''

I hope these guys are good.

He started walking, expecting them to follow.

''Any idea how long it might take to get there?''

Mitchell nodded. "Nice to meet you Damien."
Mitch was startled when the boy walked right between them. He looked at Matt. Matt just smiles.
''Any idea how long it might take to get there?'' the boy said.
"A day if you're thinking about walking." Matt told him grumpily. "How'd you get out here anyway?"

[Corenea]

Fall Harbor
Jessica and Hunter walked into Fall Harbor. Hunter looks at Jessica. "You ready for the mission Pyro?" Hunter asked as he loaded his P90 checked for his grenades. Jessica nodded as she looked around. The place was dead and they're sent by the Security Intelligence Agency to find this "monster" and kill or capture it so that it can be taken to labs for study. After deep breaths, the duo entered the abandoned city. They heard that there's a search party sent for something and the duo hope that they can meet the party and possibly work together. For now, they're focused on finding the rumored creature.

[Charmera]

"Upper District? Oh.. We've been there a lot." Mitch told him with a smile.
"We've killed a lot of people from there." Matt added with an even bigger smile. Mitchell whacked him on the shoulder.
"We'll help you get there." Mitchell told him, making gestures for him to ignore Matt. He then turned to his brother and frowned.
"What about Mia?" he asks.
Matt shrugged. "Let her be with her stupid suitcase. I mean.. This should teach her."
Mitch just nodded. He once again looked behind the boy to make sure. Nothing.
"So... What's your name?" Mitchell said, showing the boy his hand. "I'm Mitchell, and this is my brother Matt."

Killed? Good, these guys have experience then.
Who's Mia? A suitcase?

''Nice to meet you, I'm-''

............

''Damien. Damien Somerfield. Now if you please could, do lead the way to the Upper District. I assure you upon arrival you will be well compensated for your time.''

I hope these guys are good.

He started walking, expecting them to follow.

''Any idea how long it might take to get there?''

Quicksilver followed from behind, a hood over her head helped obscure her features. She had tracked the child the moment he had left the restricted underground. Her employer had instructed her to keep an eye on him and other ex sanctioned in the city and report their movements, which was unfortunate seeing as she would love to have the chance to fight a supposed 'Immortal". She lived for killing, fighting and finding challenging opponents. However she was told that she shouldn't be discovered

A shame, she would have to test the child's immortality another time. She followed carefully, keeping a distance. The two boys with him didn't seem to be a threat, besides, if boys files was correct, they wouldn't be able to hurt him.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Killed? Good, these guys have experience then.
Who's Mia? A suitcase?

''Nice to meet you, I'm-''

............

''Damien. Damien Somerfield. Now if you please could, do lead the way to the Upper District. I assure you upon arrival you will be well compensated for your time.''

I hope these guys are good.

He started walking, expecting them to follow.

''Any idea how long it might take to get there?''

Mitchell nodded. "Nice to meet you Damien."
Mitch was startled when the boy walked right between them. He looked at Matt. Matt just smiles.
''Any idea how long it might take to get there?'' the boy said.
"A day if you're thinking about walking." Matt told him grumpily. "How'd you get out here anyway?"

Its a long story. I've been living incognito working for the Canadian Secret Service every now and then and tend to disappear quite often especially since that whole Cold Harbor incident.
Recently came to Millerville because my 'brother' or 'uncle' Milford is apparently here and needs my help for something. Sounded like an interesting opportunity to get back up again.

''Oh, I was just visiting Fall Harbor because you could say I'm really into history!''

He gave out a false nervous chuckle.

As they continued walking a red Porsche car suddenly zoomed into the scene.

''What the...''

Its tires screeched as the brakes were pulled and after it stopped four youths stepped out, having spiky gelled hair that was dyed in various colors, their ears and noses pierced, wearing leather jackets and ripped jeans. They also carried with them handguns, except one who held a chain. They appeared to be in about their early twenties.

''It ain't safe for kids to be roaming these streets by themselves'' said one of them smugly.

''Yeah, no one's safe from us, we used to be part of Tidebringer's gang. And you've found yourself in our turf.''

Oh great...a bunch of street gang punk junkies...

''Please Sirs'' said Damien. ''We're only on our way to the Upper District.''

''Oh sure, we're nice civilized fellows, we'll let you pass alright, once you pay the protection fee.''

''Yeah!'' another one of them shouted.

I seriously want to kill these guys and make them suffer a slow, painful, agonizing and humiliating death....

He clenched his fist. He preferred not to fight, as that would risk exposing his power.

Those two should be able to put these monkeys in their cages.

He smiled with his eyes narrowed.

''If you wanna see your Mamas and don't want your bottom spanked I would strongly advise you to simply let us pass.''

[Saestea]

Mitchell nodded. "Nice to meet you Damien."
Mitch was startled when the boy walked right between them. He looked at Matt. Matt just smiles.
''Any idea how long it might take to get there?'' the boy said.
"A day if you're thinking about walking." Matt told him grumpily. "How'd you get out here anyway?"

Its a long story. I've been living incognito working for the Canadian Secret Service every now and then and tend to disappear quite often especially since that whole Cold Harbor incident.
Recently came to Millerville because my 'brother' or 'uncle' Milford is apparently here and needs my help for something. Sounded like an interesting opportunity to get back up again.

''Oh, I was just visiting Fall Harbor because you could say I'm really into history!''

He gave out a false nervous chuckle.

As they continued walking a red Porsche car suddenly zoomed into the scene.

''What the...''

Its tires screeched as the brakes were pulled and after it stopped four youths stepped out, having spiky gelled hair that was dyed in various colors, their ears and noses pierced, wearing leather jackets and ripped jeans. They also carried with them handguns, except one who held a chain. They appeared to be in about their early twenties.

''It ain't safe for kids to be roaming these streets by themselves'' said one of them smugly.

''Yeah, no one's safe from us, we used to be part of Tidebringer's gang. And you've found yourself in our turf.''

Oh great...a bunch of street gang punk junkies...

''Please Sirs'' said Damien. ''We're only on our way to the Upper District.''

''Oh sure, we're nice civilized fellows, we'll let you pass alright, once you pay the protection fee.''

''Yeah!'' another one of them shouted.

I seriously want to kill these guys and make them suffer a slow, painful, agonizing and humiliating death....

He clenched his fist. He preferred not to fight, as that would risk exposing his power.

Those two should be able to put these monkeys in their cages.

He smiled with a sinister undertone.

Matt hated people like these. Just because there wasn't much of any law enforcement to crack down on them they acted like they were the boss of everyone else.
Matt shot the "You are one dirty piece of--"
Mitchell cut him off. "You don't have to do that."
The one with the chain lunged for Damien, unfortunately for him, Mitchell was closest. Mitchell glanced at him, and at once, he was set aflame like a floating sheet of paper. "Get away, and maybe we'll let you all live. The rest of you at least."
"Mitch? How 'bout we just kill 'em all?" Matt said rather enthusiastically, cracking his knuckles.
Mitch thought for a second, then nodded with a soft smile. He turned to Damien. "Just wait here for a second, okay?"
The rest of the gang started shooting, but none of those bullets hit as they disappeared into a void that Matt had created. Once the void dissolved, Matt jumped forward with his right arm wrapped in what looked like a claw. He plunges that hand into one man's throat and tears it out. "I don't care who owns this turf. And I don't care who Tidebringer is."
One other aimed for Matt's head, but he as well exploded into a fire. The last one tried to get into the car, but Matt got him. With his other hand, he grabs the gangster by the leg and smashes him into the ground until he was nothing but mangled mess. Once he was finished, Matt turned to his companions, laughing a bit between heavy puffs of breath. Behind him, the Porsche began to glow bright red. It's paint began to peel off, and its tires and windows burst. Soon, it was completely aflame. The same happened to the rest of the corpses.
Mitchell walked back to Damien. "Shall we go now?"

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Its a long story. I've been living incognito working for the Canadian Secret Service every now and then and tend to disappear quite often especially since that whole Cold Harbor incident.
Recently came to Millerville because my 'brother' or 'uncle' Milford is apparently here and needs my help for something. Sounded like an interesting opportunity to get back up again.

''Oh, I was just visiting Fall Harbor because you could say I'm really into history!''

He gave out a false nervous chuckle.

As they continued walking a red Porsche car suddenly zoomed into the scene.

''What the...''

Its tires screeched as the brakes were pulled and after it stopped four youths stepped out, having spiky gelled hair that was dyed in various colors, their ears and noses pierced, wearing leather jackets and ripped jeans. They also carried with them handguns, except one who held a chain. They appeared to be in about their early twenties.

''It ain't safe for kids to be roaming these streets by themselves'' said one of them smugly.

''Yeah, no one's safe from us, we used to be part of Tidebringer's gang. And you've found yourself in our turf.''

Oh great...a bunch of street gang punk junkies...

''Please Sirs'' said Damien. ''We're only on our way to the Upper District.''

''Oh sure, we're nice civilized fellows, we'll let you pass alright, once you pay the protection fee.''

''Yeah!'' another one of them shouted.

I seriously want to kill these guys and make them suffer a slow, painful, agonizing and humiliating death....

He clenched his fist. He preferred not to fight, as that would risk exposing his power.

Those two should be able to put these monkeys in their cages.

He smiled with a sinister undertone.

Matt hated people like these. Just because there wasn't much of any law enforcement to crack down on them they acted like they were the boss of everyone else.
Matt shot the "You are one dirty piece of--"
Mitchell cut him off. "You don't have to do that."
The one with the chain lunged for Damien, unfortunately for him, Mitchell was closest. Mitchell glanced at him, and at once, he was set aflame like a floating sheet of paper. "Get away, and maybe we'll let you all live. The rest of you at least."
"Mitch? How 'bout we just kill 'em all?" Matt said rather enthusiastically, cracking his knuckles.
Mitch thought for a second, then nodded with a soft smile. He turned to Damien. "Just wait here for a second, okay?"
The rest of the gang started shooting, but none of those bullets hit as they disappeared into a void that Matt had created. Once the void dissolved, Matt jumped forward with his right arm wrapped in what looked like a claw. He plunges that hand into one man's throat and tears it out. "I don't care who owns this turf. And I don't care who Tidebringer is."
One other aimed for Matt's head, but he as well exploded into a fire. The last one tried to get into the car, but Matt got him. With his other hand, he grabs the gangster by the leg and smashes him into the ground until he was nothing but mangled mess. Once he was finished, Matt turned to his companions, laughing a bit between heavy puffs of breath. Behind him, the Porsche began to glow bright red. It's paint began to peel off, and its tires and windows burst. Soon, it was completely aflame. The same happened to the rest of the corpses.
Mitchell walked back to Damien. "Shall we go now?"

He had watched the brief conflict unfold as a silent spectator looking at a sports match. A bit taken aback when his wish of those punks experiencing the worst pain promptly being followed by him witnessing them all burn to death.

''.....''

These guys are the real deal. Though I would have preferred the Porsche not to be charred, though I guess this means we're still walking.

''Yeah, lets go now'' he replied. ''So, tell me more about yourselves. You two brothers? And was that pyrokinesis?''

[Saestea]

Matt hated people like these. Just because there wasn't much of any law enforcement to crack down on them they acted like they were the boss of everyone else.
Matt shot the "You are one dirty piece of--"
Mitchell cut him off. "You don't have to do that."
The one with the chain lunged for Damien, unfortunately for him, Mitchell was closest. Mitchell glanced at him, and at once, he was set aflame like a floating sheet of paper. "Get away, and maybe we'll let you all live. The rest of you at least."
"Mitch? How 'bout we just kill 'em all?" Matt said rather enthusiastically, cracking his knuckles.
Mitch thought for a second, then nodded with a soft smile. He turned to Damien. "Just wait here for a second, okay?"
The rest of the gang started shooting, but none of those bullets hit as they disappeared into a void that Matt had created. Once the void dissolved, Matt jumped forward with his right arm wrapped in what looked like a claw. He plunges that hand into one man's throat and tears it out. "I don't care who owns this turf. And I don't care who Tidebringer is."
One other aimed for Matt's head, but he as well exploded into a fire. The last one tried to get into the car, but Matt got him. With his other hand, he grabs the gangster by the leg and smashes him into the ground until he was nothing but mangled mess. Once he was finished, Matt turned to his companions, laughing a bit between heavy puffs of breath. Behind him, the Porsche began to glow bright red. It's paint began to peel off, and its tires and windows burst. Soon, it was completely aflame. The same happened to the rest of the corpses.
Mitchell walked back to Damien. "Shall we go now?"

He had watched the brief conflict unfold as a silent spectator looking at a sports match. A bit taken aback when his wish of those punks experiencing the worst pain promptly being followed by him witnessing them all burn to death.

''.....''

These guys are the real deal. Though I would have preferred the Porsche not to be charred, though I guess this means we're still walking.

''Yeah, lets go now'' he replied. ''So, tell me more about yourselves. You two brothers?''

"Yes. Obviously." Matt said, panting.
"We have a sister, too. But.. She's not around right now. And no, I don't think it is.. I used the sun to." Mitchell said with his hands in his pockets.
"Like I said earlier, why're you alone out here?" Matt snarled.

[Harbertia]

''Yeah, no one's safe from us, we used to be part of Tidebringer's gang. And you've found yourself in our turf.''

Oh great...a bunch of street gang punk junkies...

''Please Sirs'' said Damien. ''We're only on our way to the Upper District.''

''Oh sure, we're nice civilized fellows, we'll let you pass alright, once you pay the protection fee.''

''Yeah!'' another one of them shouted.

I seriously want to kill these guys and make them suffer a slow, painful, agonizing and humiliating death....

He clenched his fist.

Salvia leaned in unseen, her face next to his, hearing his thoughts. Three kids, one gang, and a slow painful scaring of the mind.... Tide... Tide... oh, the individual who came in a gush a waves back at the docks. Humans can be so blunt at times, as if the youth here should fear some gang from down south. Hmm... what to do.... that would raise more questions, the answers. I wonder just how much pride this individual takes in having come from, I could increase this feeling... though considering the situation such entertainment is best left unorchestrated.

Matt hated people like these. Just because there wasn't much of any law enforcement to crack down on them they acted like they were the boss of everyone else.
Matt shot the "You are one dirty piece of--"
Mitchell cut him off. "You don't have to do that."
The one with the chain lunged for Damien, unfortunately for him, Mitchell was closest. Mitchell glanced at him, and at once, he was set aflame like a floating sheet of paper. "Get away, and maybe we'll let you all live. The rest of you at least."
"Mitch? How 'bout we just kill 'em all?" Matt said rather enthusiastically, cracking his knuckles.
Mitch thought for a second, then nodded with a soft smile. He turned to Damien. "Just wait here for a second, okay?"
The rest of the gang started shooting, but none of those bullets hit as they disappeared into a void that Matt had created. Once the void dissolved, Matt jumped forward with his right arm wrapped in what looked like a claw. He plunges that hand into one man's throat and tears it out. "I don't care who owns this turf. And I don't care who Tidebringer is."
One other aimed for Matt's head, but he as well exploded into a fire. The last one tried to get into the car, but Matt got him. With his other hand, he grabs the gangster by the leg and smashes him into the ground until he was nothing but mangled mess. Once he was finished, Matt turned to his companions, laughing a bit between heavy puffs of breath. Behind him, the Porsche began to glow bright red. It's paint began to peel off, and its tires and windows burst. Soon, it was completely aflame. The same happened to the rest of the corpses.
Mitchell walked back to Damien. "Shall we go now?"

These guys are the real deal. Though I would have preferred the Porsche not to be charred, though I guess this means we're still walking.

''Yeah, lets go now'' he replied. ''So, tell me more about yourselves. You two brothers?''

Yes, please do tell us.

"Yes. Obviously." Matt said, panting.
"We have a sister, too. But.. She's not around right now." Mitchell said with his hands in his pockets.
"Like I said earlier, why're you alone out here?" Matt snarled.

He just explained, which either means your falsifying interest, or do not believe his word, and seek to find discrepancies.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

He had watched the brief conflict unfold as a silent spectator looking at a sports match. A bit taken aback when his wish of those punks experiencing the worst pain promptly being followed by him witnessing them all burn to death.

''.....''

These guys are the real deal. Though I would have preferred the Porsche not to be charred, though I guess this means we're still walking.

''Yeah, lets go now'' he replied. ''So, tell me more about yourselves. You two brothers?''

"Yes. Obviously." Matt said, panting.
"We have a sister, too. But.. She's not around right now. And no, I don't think it is.. I used the sun to." Mitchell said with his hands in his pockets.
"Like I said earlier, why're you alone out here?" Matt snarled.

''I already told you'' he said putting his hands into his pockets. ''I like history and Fall Harbor is a well preserved example of which. Why are you being so nasty with me?''

Don't tell me your suspicious of a little kid like me.

[Saestea]

"Yes. Obviously." Matt said, panting.
"We have a sister, too. But.. She's not around right now. And no, I don't think it is.. I used the sun to." Mitchell said with his hands in his pockets.
"Like I said earlier, why're you alone out here?" Matt snarled.

''I already told you'' he said putting his hands into his pockets. ''I like history and Fall Harbor is a well preserved example of which. Why are you being so nasty with me?''

Don't tell me your suspicious of a little kid like me.

"Haha.. Matthew is always like that." Mitchell laughed, patting his brother on the back.
Matt grumbled. The fight earlier was so fast he didn't even realize it was over.
"I'm not being nasty. I'm just.. Not sure why your family would let you walk around in streets were men like to--"
"Matt. No."
"Oh come on, Mitch. He has to know reality. Otherwise, it'll happen to him and he wouldn't care."
Mitchell sighed. "He knows what a pervert is Matthew."

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

''I already told you'' he said putting his hands into his pockets. ''I like history and Fall Harbor is a well preserved example of which. Why are you being so nasty with me?''

Don't tell me your suspicious of a little kid like me.

"Haha.. Matthew is always like that." Mitchell laughed, patting his brother on the back.
Matt grumbled. The fight earlier was so fast he didn't even realize it was over.
"I'm not being nasty. I'm just.. Not sure why your family would let you walk around in streets were men like to--"
"Matt. No."
"Oh come on, Mitch. He has to know reality. Otherwise, it'll happen to him and he wouldn't care."
Mitchell sighed. "He knows what a pervert is Matthew."

Your concern is flattering, but I wouldn't worry.

''Its no big deal'' he said. ''So your sister, does she have...powers like you do?''

They seem pretty close, obviously they grew up in the rough parts of town, the Lower District most likely. Hard times were repeatedly imposed on them, these guys are tough and streetwise.

[Charmera]

"Haha.. Matthew is always like that." Mitchell laughed, patting his brother on the back.
Matt grumbled. The fight earlier was so fast he didn't even realize it was over.
"I'm not being nasty. I'm just.. Not sure why your family would let you walk around in streets were men like to--"
"Matt. No."
"Oh come on, Mitch. He has to know reality. Otherwise, it'll happen to him and he wouldn't care."
Mitchell sighed. "He knows what a pervert is Matthew."

Your concern is flattering, but I wouldn't worry.

''Its no big deal'' he said. ''So your sister, does she have...powers like you do?''

They seem pretty close, obviously they grew up in the rough parts of town, the Lower District most likely. Hard times were repeatedly imposed on them, these guys are tough and streetwise.

Quicksilver cursed, the fight was over so quickly she was unable to participate. She hadn't had a decent fight since she was in Cold Harbour, though since that place when to hell she came to Millersville, hearing of the bubbling tensions she came to the city to see if she could find a worthy opponent. She sighed, shething her daggers with a short "clink" and pulled the hood over her head. She was now tailing the boy by hopping from one rooftop to another to avoid detection.

[Saestea]

"Haha.. Matthew is always like that." Mitchell laughed, patting his brother on the back.
Matt grumbled. The fight earlier was so fast he didn't even realize it was over.
"I'm not being nasty. I'm just.. Not sure why your family would let you walk around in streets were men like to--"
"Matt. No."
"Oh come on, Mitch. He has to know reality. Otherwise, it'll happen to him and he wouldn't care."
Mitchell sighed. "He knows what a pervert is Matthew."

Your concern is flattering, but I wouldn't worry.

''Its no big deal'' he said. ''So your sister, does she have...powers like you do?''

They seem pretty close, obviously they grew up in the rough parts of town, the Lower District most likely. Hard times were repeatedly imposed on them, these guys are tough and streetwise.

"No big deal, huh?" Matt scoffed.
"Yes. Only she reads minds and stuff. never seen her do anything else, though.. She makes us do all the work." Mitch says, shrugging.

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

Your concern is flattering, but I wouldn't worry.

''Its no big deal'' he said. ''So your sister, does she have...powers like you do?''

They seem pretty close, obviously they grew up in the rough parts of town, the Lower District most likely. Hard times were repeatedly imposed on them, these guys are tough and streetwise.

"No big deal, huh?" Matt scoffed.
"Yes. Only she reads minds and stuff. never seen her do anything else, though.. She makes us do all the work." Mitch says, shrugging.

''Oh a telepath. So what were you guys doing out here before we meet up?''

All the work? Like providing for the household I'm assuming. And somewhere along the line it looks like they turned to crime. How typical of the Lower District.

[Saestea]

"No big deal, huh?" Matt scoffed.
"Yes. Only she reads minds and stuff. never seen her do anything else, though.. She makes us do all the work." Mitch says, shrugging.

''Oh a telepath. So what were you guys doing out here before we meet up?''

All the work? Like providing for the household I'm assuming. And somewhere along the line it looks like they turned to crime. How typical of the Lower District.

"Well, we stole... I mean.. I stole a suitcase for her. She says it's got money inside of it." Mitchell explained.
"Like usual. Money. We live in a loft now. Somewhere North of here." Matt reminded his brother. "Bought it with some drug lord's money."
MItch laughed. "And you spent it in three days."
"Shut up."
For some reason, Mitchell realized that Matthew was walking straight. "You're okay now then?"
"Yeah, I guess. It hurt a lot a while ago." Matt replied. "By the way, you didn't seem too surprised when we used our powers back there. Why?"
Mitchell gasped, "You probably have powers too!"

[Islamic Republic e Jariri]

''Oh a telepath. So what were you guys doing out here before we meet up?''

All the work? Like providing for the household I'm assuming. And somewhere along the line it looks like they turned to crime. How typical of the Lower District.

"Well, we stole... I mean.. I stole a suitcase for her. She says it's got money inside of it." Mitchell explained.
"Like usual. Money. We live in a loft now. Somewhere North of here." Matt reminded his brother. "Bought it with some drug lord's money."
MItch laughed. "And you spent it in three days."
"Shut up."
For some reason, Mitchell realized that Matthew was walking straight. "You're okay now then?"
"Yeah, I guess. It hurt a lot a while ago." Matt replied. "By the way, you didn't seem too surprised when we used our powers back there. Why?"
Mitchell gasped, "You probably have powers too!"

Dammit...

''What? No! I don't have any powers, I'm just your regular boring unpowered ten your old kid. No powers here, sorry. But I'm used to seeing other powered individuals, what do you call them...metahumans?''

Does he know what I am? There's no way, they've never seen me before until now and I haven't been physically injured since I entered the city.I No..they just made a random assumption not grounded by what they know.