"What the fuck did you think you were doing?!" a voice spoke from behind a
door.
"They were filming. I had to stop them!" a voice growled back
"You nearly killed them! Do you understand?!"
"I lost control, alright!" the voice no longer growled. "I'm sorry! That's what you wanna hear right?!"
"It's not enough to say you're sorry. You also have to mean it." The first voice grew quiet. "You have to mean it, Ice. You have to mean it."
"What's goin' on?" a young blond-haired man walked over to the door. A young, black woman, a short auburn-haired woman and a tall, well built man, were standing next to the door, listening to the conversation.
"Your brother's getting the third degree." The black woman answered.
"Aw, shiiit. I think he did the right thing. I woulda blasted them."
"Quite funny if you think about it," the short girl said. "You're the fire Elemental and he's the one with the more fiery temper."
"He's a feral first, an Elemental second." The tall man explained.
The voices began to rise again from behind the door.
"Here they go again. You brother has no respect for authority," the short girl exclaimed.
"Yeah. Well who put your brother in charge anyway, Jolt?" He held out his hand where a small fireball appeared in his palm.
"Try it, Inferno," the girl retorted, the air crackling with electricity around her.
"Stop it, both of you!" the black woman called out, putting her hand over Inferno's, extinguishing the fireball with a short stream of water which appeared from nowhere. The tall man grabbed Jolt by her arms and pulled her back, his exterior turning into an earth-like substance as he did so.
"I'm earthed, so you can't hurt me."
"And this is how we get divided people." The black woman said, showing the division between them. "I can't hurt Inferno because he can evaporate my powers and he can't hurt me because I can extinguish his flame. Well I for one am not going to stand for it any longer!" She moved to the middle of the division, half bridging the gap.
"Tsunami's right, you guys sort it out amongst yourselves, I'll be no part of it." He stood next to Tsunami, bridging the rest of the gap.
"Thanks, Rock." She admired his way of thinking. He was supposed to be slow and dumb, or at least that's what he was made out to be. In her eyes, he wasn't a simpleton, just less complex. Less confusing and more. logical. This harmony was shattered when.
"Fuck you! Fuck you and everything you stand for!" Ice slammed the door open and walked through the group crowded around it. He stopped and turned around to see the other figure in the doorway. He put his hand to his face, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and then took his hand away from his face. "Fuck the lot of you," he nearly whispered, then walked along the corridor. "I'm outta here."
"And how exactly do you expect to get out of this hall, you idiot? We're surrounded by cops and the GSA are on their way."
"Gee, Tornado, you didn't think of that did you?" Ice cocked his head sideways. He starred at him, anger and pain in his eyes. For as long as he could remember, Ice was a misfit, a street fighter, and a thief. All of these were his trades, until he went into the experiment. He thought what the fuck, the money's good, right? That was the biggest mistake of his life. He didn't like what they had done to him. What was worse was that his feral rages that he had had naturally, would fuel his ice production and controlling powers to the point of going beyond his control. There was nothing he could do now. He knew the disk was useless for his purposes. All it had told him was what he had already known.
"Well I have thought about. Library upstairs, there's a window that I can get to and escape along the rooftops." Ice ran up the stairs of the national museum of arts and headed towards the library.
"Yo bro'. Wait!" Inferno called out after him.
"Not your brother, never was." was all he heard in the distance. He then heard gunshots and police shouting.
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"What's that?" one of the cops called as he saw a black, leather clad figure climb out of a window.
"Looks like some sort of animal, the way it's moving." The other seemed certain.
"It's one of them Elementals, shoot it!"
They started firing shots at it, missing by millimetres as it ran out of sight along the rooftops.
"Shit!" exclaimed one. "We missed it!"
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Shit thought Ice. He looked at his blood soaked arm as he peeled back his jacket, revealing three bullet wounds. He was currently lying down on a rooftop, not the best place to be. He listened to his own brain. Get up you pussy! Get up! It ain't that serious. You've had worse. Why are you stopping then? He answered himself. Why am I stopping? Because they called me a thing, an it, an animal!! What did I do to deserve this? No! I'm not an animal! I'm a person! A Human being! And my name isn't Ice! It's Matthew! Matthew Fox! He only knew this because the disk told him so. He wasn't sure of his first name being Matthew, but now he had a full name. He felt in his pocket until he found the disk and twiddled it in his good hand for a second. Then realisation dawned on him. The others should have this! Aw, Shiiit!
At that moment, three cars stopped on the street below. Matthew looked over the roof's edge to see them stop. A young woman and man got out of the first one. A young man got out of the second one and a middle aged man and a young woman got out the third one.
"We need to block off these exits so GSA can't get to the Elementals. We need to get them to Sanctuary before they hurt anyone else, including themselves." This from the middle aged man. "Jesse and Shalimar, use your car to block here, Brennan, use yours to block the south exit and Emma and I'll use the other car to block the last exit.
Matthew sniffed the air. There was the sent of perfume, cologne, sweat, his own blood, the normal smells of the city. but there was something else. something familiar. He didn't have time to waste on trivia. No-ones taking me anywhere! There was only one car left now, the young man blocking the road with it, whilst the young woman looked around. She seemed to also be sniffing the air. New mutants! Showtime! She seemed puzzled, then looked straight in his direction. This startled him, but only for a second. Mind you, in his line of work, a second could kill you. He launched off the building, straight down twenty stories towards them.
"They were filming. I had to stop them!" a voice growled back
"You nearly killed them! Do you understand?!"
"I lost control, alright!" the voice no longer growled. "I'm sorry! That's what you wanna hear right?!"
"It's not enough to say you're sorry. You also have to mean it." The first voice grew quiet. "You have to mean it, Ice. You have to mean it."
"What's goin' on?" a young blond-haired man walked over to the door. A young, black woman, a short auburn-haired woman and a tall, well built man, were standing next to the door, listening to the conversation.
"Your brother's getting the third degree." The black woman answered.
"Aw, shiiit. I think he did the right thing. I woulda blasted them."
"Quite funny if you think about it," the short girl said. "You're the fire Elemental and he's the one with the more fiery temper."
"He's a feral first, an Elemental second." The tall man explained.
The voices began to rise again from behind the door.
"Here they go again. You brother has no respect for authority," the short girl exclaimed.
"Yeah. Well who put your brother in charge anyway, Jolt?" He held out his hand where a small fireball appeared in his palm.
"Try it, Inferno," the girl retorted, the air crackling with electricity around her.
"Stop it, both of you!" the black woman called out, putting her hand over Inferno's, extinguishing the fireball with a short stream of water which appeared from nowhere. The tall man grabbed Jolt by her arms and pulled her back, his exterior turning into an earth-like substance as he did so.
"I'm earthed, so you can't hurt me."
"And this is how we get divided people." The black woman said, showing the division between them. "I can't hurt Inferno because he can evaporate my powers and he can't hurt me because I can extinguish his flame. Well I for one am not going to stand for it any longer!" She moved to the middle of the division, half bridging the gap.
"Tsunami's right, you guys sort it out amongst yourselves, I'll be no part of it." He stood next to Tsunami, bridging the rest of the gap.
"Thanks, Rock." She admired his way of thinking. He was supposed to be slow and dumb, or at least that's what he was made out to be. In her eyes, he wasn't a simpleton, just less complex. Less confusing and more. logical. This harmony was shattered when.
"Fuck you! Fuck you and everything you stand for!" Ice slammed the door open and walked through the group crowded around it. He stopped and turned around to see the other figure in the doorway. He put his hand to his face, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and then took his hand away from his face. "Fuck the lot of you," he nearly whispered, then walked along the corridor. "I'm outta here."
"And how exactly do you expect to get out of this hall, you idiot? We're surrounded by cops and the GSA are on their way."
"Gee, Tornado, you didn't think of that did you?" Ice cocked his head sideways. He starred at him, anger and pain in his eyes. For as long as he could remember, Ice was a misfit, a street fighter, and a thief. All of these were his trades, until he went into the experiment. He thought what the fuck, the money's good, right? That was the biggest mistake of his life. He didn't like what they had done to him. What was worse was that his feral rages that he had had naturally, would fuel his ice production and controlling powers to the point of going beyond his control. There was nothing he could do now. He knew the disk was useless for his purposes. All it had told him was what he had already known.
"Well I have thought about. Library upstairs, there's a window that I can get to and escape along the rooftops." Ice ran up the stairs of the national museum of arts and headed towards the library.
"Yo bro'. Wait!" Inferno called out after him.
"Not your brother, never was." was all he heard in the distance. He then heard gunshots and police shouting.
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"What's that?" one of the cops called as he saw a black, leather clad figure climb out of a window.
"Looks like some sort of animal, the way it's moving." The other seemed certain.
"It's one of them Elementals, shoot it!"
They started firing shots at it, missing by millimetres as it ran out of sight along the rooftops.
"Shit!" exclaimed one. "We missed it!"
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Shit thought Ice. He looked at his blood soaked arm as he peeled back his jacket, revealing three bullet wounds. He was currently lying down on a rooftop, not the best place to be. He listened to his own brain. Get up you pussy! Get up! It ain't that serious. You've had worse. Why are you stopping then? He answered himself. Why am I stopping? Because they called me a thing, an it, an animal!! What did I do to deserve this? No! I'm not an animal! I'm a person! A Human being! And my name isn't Ice! It's Matthew! Matthew Fox! He only knew this because the disk told him so. He wasn't sure of his first name being Matthew, but now he had a full name. He felt in his pocket until he found the disk and twiddled it in his good hand for a second. Then realisation dawned on him. The others should have this! Aw, Shiiit!
At that moment, three cars stopped on the street below. Matthew looked over the roof's edge to see them stop. A young woman and man got out of the first one. A young man got out of the second one and a middle aged man and a young woman got out the third one.
"We need to block off these exits so GSA can't get to the Elementals. We need to get them to Sanctuary before they hurt anyone else, including themselves." This from the middle aged man. "Jesse and Shalimar, use your car to block here, Brennan, use yours to block the south exit and Emma and I'll use the other car to block the last exit.
Matthew sniffed the air. There was the sent of perfume, cologne, sweat, his own blood, the normal smells of the city. but there was something else. something familiar. He didn't have time to waste on trivia. No-ones taking me anywhere! There was only one car left now, the young man blocking the road with it, whilst the young woman looked around. She seemed to also be sniffing the air. New mutants! Showtime! She seemed puzzled, then looked straight in his direction. This startled him, but only for a second. Mind you, in his line of work, a second could kill you. He launched off the building, straight down twenty stories towards them.