"Holy hell," Helena sighed. "You're kidding me."
Cole shook his head sheepishly. Helena was looking at him as if he'd killed a whole room full of kittens.
"What is the third eye?" Barbara asked, typing it into her computer.
"A drug," Helena sighed. "Its used by metas to cancel their powers out for long periods of time. Sometimes it works; sometimes they over dose and die."
"That's not true," Cole shouted. "It works great. Its stopped the power everytime.If it weren't for."
"Just because you haven't overdosed yet, doesn't mean you wont, Cole."
Cole stayed quiet, feeling the anger pulse through him. He was worried that in a minute Helena was going to get sent through a window. "I'm warning you," he whispered. "Please, stop the conversation."
"I'm not going to just pretend that you've never done Third eye," Helena muttered, stepping toward him. She grabbed his shoulders, ignoring his warning. "Its dangerous."
Cole felt the fire rush through him, stinging his fingertips. A low growl escaped his throat and Helena was sent flying back in a rush. It was levitation for a few moment, before she slammed into the kitchen counter, smacking her head against it. She fell to the ground, unconscious.
Barbara couldn't reach Cole before he rushed to the door. He needed Third Eye, and soon. Cole was rapidly losing control and it was not going to be a good thing if he kept knocking out those who cared for him.
He hit the street, rushing against the darkened buildings of New Gotham. "This is bad."
A small white man was leaning against the wall across the street. Long lines of graffiti written in blood like spray paint read off street names and gang rivals. There were so many gangs in Gotham that it was amazing if a citizen wasn't involved or an informant for one. Half of the police force was working for the Third Eye Rings.
This was a link for Third Eye. The man against the wall was named Ezekiel. He'd worked for the Prophet gang for as long as he could remember. Since his birth, he'd known only street names and drug recipies. AS a child Ezekiel was a pyrokinetic. Unexplained fires sprung through his homes. Foster parents never kept him long. Like Cole, he was a freak.
Ezekiel popped a third eye tablet, sucking on the small blue circle with its tell tale eye of Ra marking.
"Zeke!" Cole shouted. The man, his dark hair falling casually in his eyes turned nonchalantly.
"Cole, my man. Back for more?"
"I think I just screwed up," Cole mutterd. "I knocked out one of the miraculous caped crusaders and she saw my face. She's gonna come after me."
"Man, and I just thought you needed a good fix."
"That too, Zeke. God, I need as much as I can get."
"You have any cash?"
"Not a cent."
"So you ever going to take up the bosses offer, Cole?"
Cole stayed silent a moment. He'd been offered a job as a dealer, and an assassin as the boss seemed fit.
"I just might, Zeke."
"Follow me, kid. I'll show you how to survive as a meta."
Cole shook his head sheepishly. Helena was looking at him as if he'd killed a whole room full of kittens.
"What is the third eye?" Barbara asked, typing it into her computer.
"A drug," Helena sighed. "Its used by metas to cancel their powers out for long periods of time. Sometimes it works; sometimes they over dose and die."
"That's not true," Cole shouted. "It works great. Its stopped the power everytime.If it weren't for."
"Just because you haven't overdosed yet, doesn't mean you wont, Cole."
Cole stayed quiet, feeling the anger pulse through him. He was worried that in a minute Helena was going to get sent through a window. "I'm warning you," he whispered. "Please, stop the conversation."
"I'm not going to just pretend that you've never done Third eye," Helena muttered, stepping toward him. She grabbed his shoulders, ignoring his warning. "Its dangerous."
Cole felt the fire rush through him, stinging his fingertips. A low growl escaped his throat and Helena was sent flying back in a rush. It was levitation for a few moment, before she slammed into the kitchen counter, smacking her head against it. She fell to the ground, unconscious.
Barbara couldn't reach Cole before he rushed to the door. He needed Third Eye, and soon. Cole was rapidly losing control and it was not going to be a good thing if he kept knocking out those who cared for him.
He hit the street, rushing against the darkened buildings of New Gotham. "This is bad."
A small white man was leaning against the wall across the street. Long lines of graffiti written in blood like spray paint read off street names and gang rivals. There were so many gangs in Gotham that it was amazing if a citizen wasn't involved or an informant for one. Half of the police force was working for the Third Eye Rings.
This was a link for Third Eye. The man against the wall was named Ezekiel. He'd worked for the Prophet gang for as long as he could remember. Since his birth, he'd known only street names and drug recipies. AS a child Ezekiel was a pyrokinetic. Unexplained fires sprung through his homes. Foster parents never kept him long. Like Cole, he was a freak.
Ezekiel popped a third eye tablet, sucking on the small blue circle with its tell tale eye of Ra marking.
"Zeke!" Cole shouted. The man, his dark hair falling casually in his eyes turned nonchalantly.
"Cole, my man. Back for more?"
"I think I just screwed up," Cole mutterd. "I knocked out one of the miraculous caped crusaders and she saw my face. She's gonna come after me."
"Man, and I just thought you needed a good fix."
"That too, Zeke. God, I need as much as I can get."
"You have any cash?"
"Not a cent."
"So you ever going to take up the bosses offer, Cole?"
Cole stayed silent a moment. He'd been offered a job as a dealer, and an assassin as the boss seemed fit.
"I just might, Zeke."
"Follow me, kid. I'll show you how to survive as a meta."