A/N: I am sooooooooooo sorry it took that long, but I was out of ideas for a few days, and then I went for a few days of vacation in the moutains, away from computers and cars, and I work a lot and… I'm sorry! I promised it'll never take that long again! Well, maybe, but… but… I'll do my best! Promise!

Enjoy!

Ishandahalf : well, more Rogue and Remy stuff to come. Not much fluff in the following chapters, though, I've decided to turn dramatic a bit (remember that little annoying thingny the dictionary calls a "plot"?). More ominious music to come! Oh, and I AM still thinking on that ultra fluff story! Still to come! I have to work on my updates on this story first.

Warmer than Fire : Plot twists? My mind is even more twisted than you think! I like twist. I just don't dance it very well (I have very bad knees…lol), but in writing…

Becki : your wish is my command. I like Antoine very much, and I didn't create him to leave him to fade out in the story…

Yasei Raiden : You knew it? Well, if you already know the story, I don't have to  continue writing it anymore, I guess… Mwahahaha! Like I could stop!

KatLeBeau : I also had the feeling I was putting Louis aside, so I rectified the problem, centering on him for a few chapters… I'm also putting Rogue and Remy aside for a bit, but I swear they'll be back soon!

girlonthemOOn : Well no. If getting mutant powers was a piece of cake, that story would be very boring. And since it's me that's writing it, it had to be very difficult, or else I wouldn't have posted it. I love it when things go wrong!

Nessie : wow, that was short. Sorry it took so long…

Like in the movies

He wasn't really paying attention to the movie, he was too excited to do so. He stared a bit at his gloved hands, hardly visible in the dark movie theatre, and turned his head to look at Lydia. She was sitting back in the comfy seat, a huge pop corn bag in her hand, and was slowly putting the corns in her mouth, eyes wide on the big screen. Her thick golden red hair seemed almost black in the light the screen provided, and she had let them loose tonight, the long locks going all the way down to her buttocks. A few shorter locks kept falling in her face and she blew them away unconsciously, too intent on the movie to notice Louis wasn't watching it at all. Her hand suddently stopped in mid-air, full of pop corn, and her mouth stood half open, and Louis looked at the screen. He didn't want Lydia to know he had been watching her the whole time.

This was their second time out together. She had said yes when he had asked her out a week earlier, and the hard and uncessant teasing his dad was putting him through was worth the pleasure he had in Lydia's company. He looked at her again. What would happen? Nothing had until then, and nothing probably would until they could find a way to control his and his sister's killer powers. He smiled, remembering the face his father wore when he saw the hole in the wall. Addition of the charge, fusionning of the power, Henry had said. Together, when they touched the other's skin, Louis and his sister were very dangerous persons. He repressed a shudder, not knowing if it was of fear or excitement.

The movie ended, and Lydia grabbed his arm as he made his way out of the mass of people leaving the theatre. He took a deep breath outside, slowing his pace, and felt his heart melt when Lydia didn't let go of his arm, slightly leaning on him with a small sigh instead. It had rained and the air was cool and humid, with a light smell of worms getting out of the grass and the distant whooshing sound of tires on wet pavement. They began making their way to the bus station, chatting casualy about the movie.

"Is Henry working on the pill yet? Dad told me your mother's pills didn't work on you or Josée." She had said it casualy enough, keeping her eyes on her feet, but he could sense the seriousness in the question. He sighed deeply, rising his head to look at the stars above, barely visible over the city lights.

"No, it ain't working, but Henry's doing his best."

"Oh."

They walked in silence and reached the bus stop, and Lydia sat down on the wooden bench. She began talking, staring at the yellow line in the middle of the street, shinning wet on the pitch black pavement.

"I'm sure he'll find a way, Lou. He worked a lot on your mother's pill, and it's not like he has to go from step one, he already got the bases… Louis? What's wrong?" She had looked up to notice he wasn't listening to her anymore, but was glancing at the corner of the street, his green eyes narrowed under a light frown. He slowly drew back his hands ffrom his pockets, and balled them into fists. Lydia followed his look to see five men walking in their direction, talking loudly and shooting small glances in their direction. They were getting closer, and she noticed only two of them were talking, the three other walking behind them, hands in their pockets and looking everywhere. They all looked young enough; the oldest couldn't have been more than twenty-five, and the youngest looked like he was about Matthew's age. She got up, an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach, and walked closer to Louis. Maybe they were just passers-by, but she didn't feel good about them. Like she could almost hear the bad intentions in their heads…

"Hey" said the oldest. The four others stopped dead in their tracks, all carefuly watching Louis. His muscles clenched, and he swallowed down the bulge of fear creeping up in his throat. No time for this.

"What do you want?" he said coldly, and was relieved to hear his voice didn't shake.

"We're not sure" said another boy, walking a step further in their direction. "We were told to pick you up." The bulge of fear returned with a vengeance, and a cold shiver ran down his spine. How the hell was he going to get out of this?

"Oh? Well, I deeply appreciate the intention, but we had other ideas." Not taking any chances, he pulled off his gloves and let them fall on the ground.

"I'm not sure you have the choice" said the third boy, walking towards them. Louis heard Lydia's gasp when the boy pulled out a knife from his leather coat and leaped on Louis.

He acted on pure reflex, reaching for the arm holding the knife and twisting it until he heard the boy yell in pain. He had fought with his agile father for fun so often in his youth, he thought this was easy for a moment. The other boys began walking in their direction to help. Then something went wrong.

The boy's yell changed suddently, and the four others stopped. Louis felt the suddent burst of power leave his shoulder to go through the boy's body, and he screamed when he felt pure white pain seare in his hand. He tried to jerk his hand away from the boy's arm, but it was like holding on to a high voltage wire.

The boy went white and let out a moan before turning silent. His body jerked with a snap, the white orbs of his eyes turned red, and small streams of blood trickled down his nose, mouth and ears. Louis let go with a gasp, and watched, horror-stricken, as the limp body fell on the ground at his feet. Everyone was silent, and the four boys left were looking at him a new way.

"Well, you are something, aren't you? That explains a lot…" said the oldest, obviously the leader.

"Let me take care of him." Louis snapped his head up to the unknown voice. The boy that had been standing behind his friends until then walked forward, and Louis froze.

"You don't want me to do that again!" And I don't want it either, he thought. He braced himself for fighting, concentrating. Grab something to charge… I should carry stuff in my pockets… cards, like Dad?

"You won't have to" the boy said in a cold voice.

"Don't get yourself killed, Aeros. The boss'll already be pissed off that one of us's killed…" The leader trailed off as the boy, obviously called Aeros, lifted his arm.

Paper flew around Louis, brushing his face, and he raised his arm to protect his face. The small wind ended as fast as it has begun, and Louis knew the fight wasn't going to be easy with a mutant that could fight away from hands reach. He lifted his head to look at his opponent, as his right hand fumbled blindly in his pocket for something to charge. His wallet? Well…

He hesitated a split second, but drew out the wallet, charged it and aimed for the boy's head. Aeros' eyes narrowed and he dunked, the wallet hitting one of the others in the chest, sending him flying a few meters away. Aeros stood up, a small smile on his lips. "Mon Dieu, you are getting really interesting!"

It was the French that startled him for a second, giving Aeros enough time to move. His arm flew up again, but this time the air around Louis didn't move.

But the air in his lungs did.

The oxygen left his lungs and he gasped, trying to get some air. He fell on his knees, inhaling franctically, but no air came through his mouth or nose, and the world quickly began to turn under his hands and knees, grand panic helping what the absence of oxygen in his lungs was already doing. He felt a hand on his shoulder, a feminine but panicked voice, and the sound of a crash, a dreadfull scream. Lydia…

I'm going to die.

Black spots twirled before his eyes, and he had the time to see gleaming purple eyes before he fell into unconsciousness.

To be continued! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Oh and I didn't re-re-re-re-read this, I wanted to post it as soon as possible…

A/N : Oh, by the way, I saw a preview of the movie Antwan Fisher, and I have a feeling that "Antwan" is the English version of Antoine… It is pronounced quite the same, anyways.