Erik's POV:
I entered the bar, smiling. I took in my surroundings, small with two other men and a women tending the bar. She looked around twenty-five, extremely pretty, with olive skin and curly black hair. Long lashes framed startlingly electric blue eyes that were watching me cautiously.
But I wasn't here for her. I was here for the men, the ones who worked with Shaw.
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Skye's POV:
I was wiping out the glasses and listening to the prattle of the German men. Working in a bar was not a job option that I had wanted previously, but I wanted to travel, so I ended up there. A small bar in the corner of Villa Gesell, Argentina. Tucked away in a very pretty mountain resort. Hardly anyone came and went, but the owners were nice enough and I made decent pay. But I was stuck there. Nowhere to go, people out hunting me, and unable to enter my country without being arrested.
Let's just say that my life had not been sunshine and rainbows. It was the opposite, and I had no choice but to start afresh with a new name. I had to hide myself and my abilities from the Polizia.
Just thinking about past events made the air smell slightly charged. I quickly focused on turning my powers off before the two other men in the room noticed. As I was concentrating on not frying anyone, a man walked through the door. He was tall, good looking, in a white polo shirt and deep blue eyes. I reckoned he was about twenty-seven.
He addressed me in Spanish. "One beer."
I nodded. "One moment please."
He flashed a smile, but it almost seemed fake. It was over too quickly and didn't reach his eyes. Something about him disconcerted me, so I made sure to not turn my back on him.
"Ah, Deutsches Bier." he said, when I placed it in front of him.
"Of course."
The two guys behind him started talking to him about being from Germany. The stranger moved to where they were sitting and chatted amicably. I can't even remember how it happened, I wasn't really focusing on their conversation. Before I knew it, the stranger had said: "They were taken away, by pig farmers and tailors." He showed something on his arm then quick as a flash, one of the guys pulled a knife and attacked him. I shouted (not screamed) as the stranger grabbed the knife off of him and stabbed his arm.
I pulled the gun out from underneath the bar and pointed it at the stranger. "Stop!"
He stared at me then smirked. "English?" Then the gun in my hands started turning to face the other man who had scrambled back in surprise. Shocked, I dropped the gun, but it stayed floating in the air. "What the fuck?" The stranger smiled. "Watch your language, miss."
The gun fired.
The tailor dropped dead to the floor. I screamed again.
The whimpering man with the knife his arm was shaking. "Who-what are you?"
The killer grinned. "Let's just say I'm Frankenstein's monster. And I'm looking for my maker."
The gun fired again, and the man slumped on the floor.
The murderer turned to me and grinned. The sudden brutal attack on innocent people brought back painful memories and I screamed for the third time. I thrust my hands towards him as if to hit him, but instead I sent a wave of electricity at him. The killer's eyes widened for a split second and was sent flying back.
I stood there, breathing heavily. The guy was slumped against a wall, his eyes closed. I cautiously made my way over to him, and checked his pulse. He was alive but unconscious.
I really didn't know what to do. If I left him, he would be free to go on his killing rampage. However, if I called the police, they wouldn't believe me. Few humans knew about mutants, so it would sound as if I were making up a story. Then I would be arrested, and then they might find out about my powers and I would be experimented on.
I made my decision in a split second. I grabbed my coat and walked out of the door, intending to head for the airport. "Sorry Argentina, survival of the fittest."
Sorry for the really short first chapter, but I promise the next ones will be considerably longer. This is just setting the scene.
