Kit Tiang, or Richard was drumming his fingers to a favorite song of his. He had a pair of big headphones over his thick red hair on as he waited for his mark. He didn't make a sound, but in his hiding spot he was bobbing his head and mouthing the words to a song he was listening to.
He was on a large beam in a warehouse, mostly hidden from view, as long as nobody looked up. He sort of sat against another large beam, in a relaxed position. His legs were stretched out, as if he were laying out on a beach somewhere.
Unseen below him, a small group of Mutants were getting ready for a grim job. Kit knew from the report, that this group sold out other mutants, mostly poor innocents that didn't look human. Kit was one of many called in by his Faction, called Infinity Tribal, to assassinate these rogue mutants. Being a mutant himself, Kit wasn't very tolerant of the murder of innocence.
The nineteen year old was waiting for the right time to act. He had been waiting for about several hours, never moving from his spot, until he thought the time arrived for him to do his duty. He would have waited longer, but as luck would have it, Kit was discovered as one of the mutant's pointed up to his location and the entire group learned of his He noticed that they all looked at him, as if they were all acting in unison.
Suddenly Kit flew into motion.
The first mutant went down instantly, as the red haired teen landed on him, his hand extended as if to stop his When Kit stood up, the rest of the group froze as they saw him look like he was playing on an air guitar, and in all appearance looked as if he were performing a song that they weren't privy to. They glanced down on their fallen friend to see that he was dead, his head seared open-as if a hot iron knife was used.
Abruptly they raised their weapons or readied themselves to attack, and they saw the boy look at them and smile.
He flew into motion once more, a blur of red and white, and attacked. One mutant saw everything, as his mutation allowed for him to see things, as if time had slowed down for him. He watched as the teen whirled around like a graceful dancer, a single whip coming from two fingers, and burning through anything that met it. Flesh burned too easy and was seared shut before bleeding could occur, plastic was cut before it could even melt and metal melted easily and fell apart upon meeting with this whip.
And the mutant's last thought, before he died, was that this boy was a second generation mutant. A mutant that was always more powerful then those who developed their mutant powers.
Kit, after he was done, started going through the area. Nothing was safe, pockets were rifled through, files were quickly read and credit cards and cash became his.
Then his cell phone rang.
Kit answered it, "Hello."
"Wher' are y'?" The boy heard a deep male voice ask.
"I'm in the abandoned warehouse near the port," Kit answered, rolling his eyes. "Doin' what I'm gettin' paid for."
"Y' are jus' like your mother," Kit heard the man tell him, the Cajun accent coming out clearly.
The boy smiled.
"I wan' for y' to meet me at th Ace Nine in about an hour," Kit heard. "It's important."
"Alright," The teen said before he hung up.
Kit left the warehouse and walked into the city heading for downtown New Orleans. He walked up the riverbank, until he saw a small figure slamming a payphone headset against the payphone and destroying the headset. Kit smiled as he vaguely recognized the other, and chuckled slightly as the person finally ripped the headset from the phone.
"Looks like you need a hand." Kit said as he started clapping, a slow sarcastic motion, and the small figure looked up at him with narrowed eyes. Instantly Kit recognized the kid to be Ghost. Once they met, a brief incidence in which he saved Ghost him from getting caught. They both had escaped from a mental hospital and they were hiding out. It was a minor thing, but they only got each other's names before Kit had to leave. Of course Kit knew this boy, from the reports, Ghost was a second generation mutant, like himself, and one that his Faction kept tabs on.
It was then that he decided to do Ghost a favor and offered him his cellphone.
"You can borrow it," Kit told the boy, pulling his cellphone out of his coat pocket and offered it to the smaller mutant. "But one phone call."
Kit then watched as Ghost took the phone, make the phone call and quickly ended it. And just as fast, he watched as Ghost disappeared into the night. The mutant stood there for a minute, as he thought over what he knew about Ghost, before he decided that maybe it was time to visit his brother.
Kit looked at the cellphone he still held in his hand and then made another call.
"Yeah," Kit said as the other line picked up. "I think that it's time that we visit the School, Papa."
A minute passed.
"Yeah," Kit said. "I think that you might meet an old friend of yours."