Hello again! Sorry I took so INCREDIBLY long with this chapter, it's been
way too busy lately. (damn essays.) Thank you so much for all of your
reviews, and yes, Sprinket and Crono101, I will try to make the chapters
longer from now on. Sorry about the misunderstanding, Sprinket, but Crono
told me that you hadn't read my story, and I guess he was either lying or
someone lied to him. Thank you, and on with the show.
I wonder who that is. Nuria asked herself. As soon as she thought that, she saw a flash of light, and heard a huge explosion from the same place the voices came from. Alan jumped, and his eyes widened.
"What in the hell just happened?" He whispered.
Nuria shrugged, and they walked quickly towards the voices. Alan pressed himself against the alley wall, and peeked around the corner.
Two teenagers of about Nuria's age were standing a few feet from one another and seemed to be having a fight. One of them, a boy wearing a hooded black sweatshirt so his face wasn't visible, was standing calmly with his arm outstretched towards a large, smoking hole in the ground. The other, a girl with long black hair and a long leather overcoat, was standing pressed against the wall out of pure shock.
"What are you DOING, Lucas?" She cried. "I've never done anything to hurt you! I'm not your enemy! What's going on?"
"That's a lot of questions." Lucas cracked his knuckles. "I'm afraid I can't answer many of them. I think you know the answer to the first, though. I've come to kill you."
Alan stared at Lucas, mystified. So much was familiar about him, from his attitude, to his body shape, to his voice...
"But why, Lucas?" the girl asked. She was slowly regaining her cool, and separated her body from the wall. "We were friends.. We ARE friends. or, at least, I thought we were, until now."
If Lucas' face was visible, he would have most likely been smirking.
"We were never friends," He said. "And we never will be. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."
He lowered his head in concentration, and Alan's hair stood on end. The girl bit her lip, then narrowed her eyes, and walked towards Lucas with a determined expression.
"You aren't Lucas." She said loudly, walking towards him, faster and faster, until what was now a black blur tackled the hooded boy and slammed him against the wall.
"Where's Lucas, you son of a bitch?" She demanded fiercely. "What have you done with him? Tell me right now, or your head will be slammed through this wall before you can even beg for mercy!"
The hooded boy, who was apparently still concentrating, pushed the girl off him with ease, then reached up to the sky. The static electricity was still building through the air. Then the same light Nuria had seen earlier flashed through the alley, and the exploding sound pulsed through her eardrums. Nuria didn't wait to see if it had hit. She blindly ran back to the Ace of Spades, hoping that Jean Grey could prevent this destructive battle from continuing. She had a sense that if she couldn't stop that fight, the entire alley, and maybe even the Ace of Spades, would be destroyed.
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Alan was astonished by what had just happened. A kid his age, summoning lightning out of the sky! He suddenly felt stupid for thinking he was one of the only mutant kids in the city. But looking at that girl laying on the ground, nearly dead, caused a sudden anger to pulse through him. She was still alive, he could feel it! But not for long. If Lucas decided to strike again, there wasn't any hope for her. Alan wondered if there was anything he could do for her.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him, running in the opposite direction. He knew immediately who the footsteps belonged to. It figures, he thought. Nuria's always been the wimp of the family, and I've been the brave one. It doesn't matter that she's gone, though. I can take that guy on myself.
Alan smirked, overconfident. It wouldn't be too hard to knock him out, with his power over illusions. All he had to do was make him think he was in some kind of open area, and have some wild animal chase him in the direction of what's really a wall, so he'd knock himself out unintentionally! Immediately, he walked over to Lucas, pointed at him, and concentrated on a desert.
Lucas whirled around, apparently surprised. Alan could tell he was falling for it. Then he thought a moment, without stopping the illusion: What kind of animal do we all fear to meet in a desert? Scorpions, poisonous lizards, cobras. Cobras!
Quickly, Alan visualized, coming out of the sand, a huge cobra, who bared his fangs and hissed. Lucas stared at the place where Alan had put the "Cobra", right in front of the alley wall, and backed away a few steps. Alan smiled, and continued his plan. He visualized the cobra charging Lucas, mouth fiercely agape.
But there was where his plan went wrong.
Lucas raised his arm to the heavens and the sky darkened once again. Alan's stomach gave a lurch as he realized what was coming. There was a blinding flash of light and a cracking noise so loud that it was like the ground was splitting, and Alan saw a large section of one wall of the alley, the one he had picked the "Cobra" to be in, slowly crumble to the ground. Alan groaned, and coughed, as clouds of dust whirled through the air. Looking at the piles of rubble on the ground, he thought to himself, Is this my fault? Or is this his?
And he realized that he had stopped concentrating.
I wonder who that is. Nuria asked herself. As soon as she thought that, she saw a flash of light, and heard a huge explosion from the same place the voices came from. Alan jumped, and his eyes widened.
"What in the hell just happened?" He whispered.
Nuria shrugged, and they walked quickly towards the voices. Alan pressed himself against the alley wall, and peeked around the corner.
Two teenagers of about Nuria's age were standing a few feet from one another and seemed to be having a fight. One of them, a boy wearing a hooded black sweatshirt so his face wasn't visible, was standing calmly with his arm outstretched towards a large, smoking hole in the ground. The other, a girl with long black hair and a long leather overcoat, was standing pressed against the wall out of pure shock.
"What are you DOING, Lucas?" She cried. "I've never done anything to hurt you! I'm not your enemy! What's going on?"
"That's a lot of questions." Lucas cracked his knuckles. "I'm afraid I can't answer many of them. I think you know the answer to the first, though. I've come to kill you."
Alan stared at Lucas, mystified. So much was familiar about him, from his attitude, to his body shape, to his voice...
"But why, Lucas?" the girl asked. She was slowly regaining her cool, and separated her body from the wall. "We were friends.. We ARE friends. or, at least, I thought we were, until now."
If Lucas' face was visible, he would have most likely been smirking.
"We were never friends," He said. "And we never will be. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have work to do."
He lowered his head in concentration, and Alan's hair stood on end. The girl bit her lip, then narrowed her eyes, and walked towards Lucas with a determined expression.
"You aren't Lucas." She said loudly, walking towards him, faster and faster, until what was now a black blur tackled the hooded boy and slammed him against the wall.
"Where's Lucas, you son of a bitch?" She demanded fiercely. "What have you done with him? Tell me right now, or your head will be slammed through this wall before you can even beg for mercy!"
The hooded boy, who was apparently still concentrating, pushed the girl off him with ease, then reached up to the sky. The static electricity was still building through the air. Then the same light Nuria had seen earlier flashed through the alley, and the exploding sound pulsed through her eardrums. Nuria didn't wait to see if it had hit. She blindly ran back to the Ace of Spades, hoping that Jean Grey could prevent this destructive battle from continuing. She had a sense that if she couldn't stop that fight, the entire alley, and maybe even the Ace of Spades, would be destroyed.
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Alan was astonished by what had just happened. A kid his age, summoning lightning out of the sky! He suddenly felt stupid for thinking he was one of the only mutant kids in the city. But looking at that girl laying on the ground, nearly dead, caused a sudden anger to pulse through him. She was still alive, he could feel it! But not for long. If Lucas decided to strike again, there wasn't any hope for her. Alan wondered if there was anything he could do for her.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps behind him, running in the opposite direction. He knew immediately who the footsteps belonged to. It figures, he thought. Nuria's always been the wimp of the family, and I've been the brave one. It doesn't matter that she's gone, though. I can take that guy on myself.
Alan smirked, overconfident. It wouldn't be too hard to knock him out, with his power over illusions. All he had to do was make him think he was in some kind of open area, and have some wild animal chase him in the direction of what's really a wall, so he'd knock himself out unintentionally! Immediately, he walked over to Lucas, pointed at him, and concentrated on a desert.
Lucas whirled around, apparently surprised. Alan could tell he was falling for it. Then he thought a moment, without stopping the illusion: What kind of animal do we all fear to meet in a desert? Scorpions, poisonous lizards, cobras. Cobras!
Quickly, Alan visualized, coming out of the sand, a huge cobra, who bared his fangs and hissed. Lucas stared at the place where Alan had put the "Cobra", right in front of the alley wall, and backed away a few steps. Alan smiled, and continued his plan. He visualized the cobra charging Lucas, mouth fiercely agape.
But there was where his plan went wrong.
Lucas raised his arm to the heavens and the sky darkened once again. Alan's stomach gave a lurch as he realized what was coming. There was a blinding flash of light and a cracking noise so loud that it was like the ground was splitting, and Alan saw a large section of one wall of the alley, the one he had picked the "Cobra" to be in, slowly crumble to the ground. Alan groaned, and coughed, as clouds of dust whirled through the air. Looking at the piles of rubble on the ground, he thought to himself, Is this my fault? Or is this his?
And he realized that he had stopped concentrating.