A/N: Wow... this chapter is ridiculously short... meh, next chapter should be better.
silverheartluigi2000: Glad you enjoy the story! And yes, James/Matt is the super power here.
Allen took a deep breath, and pushed the doors open, the loud noises of the bar blaring in his ears. He sticks his hands in his pockets, and heads straight to the counter so he can buy Francois his beer. Allen manages to make it to the bar, halfway invisible to everyone, feeling the eyes of someone watching, digging into his body.
Before he can look around, the bar tender comes up and takes his order. The bar tender leaves, and Allen hears the singing of three men sitting together, one with brown hair, one with white, and one blonde. The bartender comes back a minute later, snapping Allen from his thoughts, and hands him the bottle. Allen puts it in the bag with the sugar. He walks to the door kinda hurriedly, cursing himself for leaving his bat at home.
He starts walking down the side walk, trying to shake the feeling that someone was following him. He hears the clatter of a trash can that was knocked over, and Allen takes off running. He runs down an alley in an attempt to lose his pursuer, he looks back and can see the mans form, and throws the bag at him, hearing the bottle break with the sickening sound of breaking glass.
Allen stops and stares at the wall, preventing him from moving anywhere more. A dead end. Allen turns swiftly around at hearing the man laughing, and looks on in horror as the man comes closer and him already against the wall.
"Become one with mother Russia... Da?"