I flicked through my 7000 dollars casually. Our latest gig didn't pay much. Just a bank robber.

Felix groans slapping his 7000 down on the dashboard of the car. "Fuck. I'm only a thousand away from getting that sweet automatic SMG." Locus groans as he sits in the back seat next to me.

Sirus shakes his head. "Guess you'll just have to wait until next payday."

Felix groans. "But it's in an auction! I can get it right now if I have eight. But no, now some stupid, random, PRICK Is going to get it."

I frown lightly and gaze down at my bundle. I didn't really need all of it. And it's not like 7000 was going to buy my scar removal.

I flip through until I get a wad of at least 1,500 dollars and lean forwards. Dropping it in Felix's lap.

Locus gives me a shocked look. Sirus stares incredulously at me through the rear view mirror.

"Alexis. What's this?" Felix asks slowly. I smile, "Your ticket to that Gun you want."

He turns in his seat to look at me. His eyes narrowed. "What's the catch? People don't just give away a thousand bucks."

I shake my head. "No catch. But maybe you can be a little nicer to me." He narrows his eyes. Turning around without another word.

I frown. Not sure if I'd done some thing wrong. I feel a large warm hand clasp my right shoulder lightly. I turn, Locus was giving me a soft look. His thumb rubbing small circles soothingly. I smile graciously.

I see Mason reach over and punch Felix in the leg in the front seat. The. Slender man let's out an indignant 'Ow!'

I sigh. What would it take for him to like me?

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I scowl. Glaring at the mirror in front of me. Scars moving lightly with my face as I made the expression.

My shirt was tossed to the floor. Leaving me bare chested. My eyes glance over myself disdainfully. Catching on my Tattooed Collar bone. Where, Washington, was scrawled majestically. The 'I' dotted with a heart. I'd gotten the piece of art around two months after he'd passed.

I touch the mirror delicately across the picture of my scarred face. A painful reminder, of my failure. I shut my eyes. Taking a deep breath as dark, depressing thoughts filled my mind.

Briefly I wonder, how easy it would be if I were dead too. Just like him.

I shake my head. Discarding the thoughts as I turn, grab my shirt, and exit. Pondering the odd thoughts crowding my mind.

Slipping my shirt on just as I enter the kitchen I spot Locus opening the trash can. A newspaper in his hands. "Hey, wait a sec." I ask moving to him. He raises an eyebrow before glancing at the paper. "You want to read?"

I nod taking it from his now outstretched hand. "Anything in particular you are looking for?" He asks moving to the fridge and peering in.

"Yeah actually. Anything on Maine."

"Maine? I hear there's a dry spell, and a few riots." I scrunch my face up and look at him over the paper as I move to sit on the counter.

"No, not the state. I'm looking for Agent, Maine. The sonofavBitch who did this to me." I gesture to my scars. "And Killed David."

He looks at me from the fridge. "Oh. I remember you talking about him now." His thick brows drawing over his eyes in thought. "I don't recall reading anything about him."

I shrug, glancing at the paper. "It's fine. Forgive me if I feel the need to look myself." He shakes his head in understanding. Grabbing a plate of left over tacos and moving to the microwave.

I look to the table top and spot a pen. Grabbing it I make work of marking stories on the paper of potential Maine stories.

"Hey is that my Tacos?" The voice of Felix suddenly asks. I glance up to see him walk in the kitchen. Wearing naught but a pair of orange boxer shorts. I swallow lightly.

For an ass, he really has a nice one.

Long lean muscle covered his thick frame. His back a rippling mess. His lightly tanned skin, much closer to my color than Washes golden honey colored skin had been, was decorated in many tattoos. Steam punk covered his left pectoral and moved to make a partial sleeve on his left arm. His back tribal and assorted other things.

He had his piercings in at the moment. A couple in each ear, and a lip ring.

I try not to stare, looking back at my newspaper. Circling assn article about a 7 foot man who killed four police officers.

"Yes." Locus speaks pressing buttons on the microwave. I read the passage more closely. Every word sounding more and more like Maine.

I tune out the sounds of Felix and Locus arguing. Bringing the paper closer to my steadily widening eyes in disbelief.

"Hey, two face. What's so interesting in that paper?" Felix asks sitting in the seat in front of me. A look of slight animosity across his features. I narrow my green eyes to look in his green ones.

"For your information, shit face. The man who stole my life. And I'm going to kill him."

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At the moment. All I have are reports. Where he has been. What he did. And when he did it. Not helpful in telling me where to find him.

I growl slapping the paper down. An ear bud in my ear reading out a news broadcast at the same time.

Felix thinks I'm crazy; And going overboard. Locus is supportive but doesn't go out of his way much to help out. It doesn't matter though. This was my fight, my revenge.

I pause the news and pull the ear bud out. Deciding to take a break from my search. Swinging my legs off the couch with a slight groan, I stretch. I move quietly to the kitchen for a snack, feeling slightly faint.

Upon opening the fridge however, there's no readily available food. I groan bumping the door shut with my hip. Maybe I'll just go out and get some fast food.

I move to the door. Slipping on a pair of sandals and grabbing a light jacket. I think it was Felix's, but oh well. It was only September, but this planet was quickly growing colder from fall.

I quickly make my way through town, going to mc Donalds and grabbing a bag of 80 nuggets. And stopping by Starbucks on the way back. Megan, Sirius's wife. Had given me a taste for the delicious frappachinos there.

As I make my way back I pass in front of a television shop. The news channel playing live feed off a roof. Of a giant man, in white armor, fighting with about ten other armored figures. I also recognize agents Minnesota, and Kansas.

I growl and glance to the bottom of the screen. Live feed from the town over from the one I'm in now!

I glance to the food in my hands. I really hate to waste food.- Wait. It is fast food after all.

Then, I run.

I run fast, I run hard, I run swift, and I run with the fires of revenge in my blood. A collection of papers, and assorted leaves and garbage were perpetually trapped in the air stream behind me.

Tears streamed across my face, both from wind, and simply the heavy emotions I was feeling.

I swear I spot Sirus and Locus at once point as I run by.

But it makes little difference. Nothing was going to stop me from doing what I need to do.

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It was night, by the time I arrived at the building I'd seen on the news station. The fight was long over.

My chicken nuggets were eaten long ago. As well as burned away, my stomach now empty and crying in displeasure. I climb to the roof. In hopes that I can find any sign of where he'd gone.

The roof is a bloodied massacre. Bodies laid about in numerous states of; Disembodiment. Blood drying on the gravel. I curse and kick my foot, sending pebbles flying.

"MAINE!" I scream loudly. "YOU BASTARD!" I fall to my knees. My jeans probably absorbing the red. "Fucking hell." I whine.

I just want to kill him. A breeze blows past on the cold rooftop. I pull my orange jacket tighter around me. The thin cotton doing little. Drawing the hood up I make my way off the roof.

That's when I notice, the trail of blood drops.

I narrow my eyes. Moving closer, and dipping the tips of my fingers in the mess. And bringing them to my nose. Inhaling, it was Kansas.

Before you freak out. If I have smelled the blood before, I can tell who's it is. And I've smelled a lot of Kansas's, when Wash nearly killed him.

I notice a second trail about a foot away. Moving towards it, and repeating what I'd done before. "Maine."

I leap down from the roof. Intent to follow.

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The trails are sparse, they had been running. Maine chasing Kansas. As I ran quickly after their trails, I notice something.

The blood lightening in color. Getting fresher. I wasn't far behind.

I round an alley corner behind a jewelry store. Frowning as they lead directly into a wall. Before with a large pool of blood it just stops. Internally I'm screaming. Kicking. Shouting. Throwing a tantrum at this failure. Outwardly, I bend down to try and get a read of who's it was.

When a startled, wet, gasp takes me by surprise.

I whorl around to see Kansas. Leaned against the side of the dumpster. "Kansas?" I ask slowly.

He coughs. "Fuck my luck. You're that- Coughing- Fucking freak." I frown approaching. "Seeing as I'm also your only chance of survival, I think you might want to be a tad bit more; Respectful."

He reaches up, pulling his helmet off and throwing it down weakly. Before spitting. "Piss off."

I shake my head before with a slight prep, nailing a rough kick to his armored ribs. He chokes and starts coughing violently. Blood dripping down his stubbled chin.

He wasn't the most attractive of men, with unkempt ginger hair, and shit brown eyes. A very bony face. He looked worse now, for all the wear and tear.

"The fuck do you want California." He demands holding his side.

I tilt my head. "Where's Maine. And what happened that drew him here." It wasn't so much a question as a statement. He scoffs.

"Bite me. Wait-never mind. Freak like you probably would."

I growl, alien vocals voicing their distaste as I grip his battered chest plate and rip him from the ground. Before slamming him into the metal door behind the jewelry store.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION. WHERE IS HE!?" I bark. A few drops of spittle flying in my desperate rage.

He flinches back. " I don't know where he is, I only know one thing. He's stealing AI. He took mine. He's called, the Meta now."

I narrow my eyes at him. "Anything else?"

"Yeah, you're a bitch."

I cock back and plant a heavy fist into his already beaten face. He falls limply in my grasp, I frown as a few drops of blood fall onto Felix's hoodie.

He won't like that.

But before I have a chance to do anything Red, white, and blue flashing lights fill the alley. Followed with the sounds of wailing sirens.

"Get down on the ground NOW!" Shouts a police officer.

I groan out a quiet, "Mother fuck."

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::Author Note::

Heyyoo! I'm not dead yet!

Sorry for the delay, school started. Ugh.

Plus my depression is hitting hard, and I can't seem to get any ideas. BUT. NOW I HAVE ALL THE IDEAS. MUWHAHAHAHAH

I'll try to update more often. Until then, tell me what y'all think. Don't be shy, negative or positive thoughts it doesn't matter I want to hear them all.

Thanks for reading, toodles