Chapter Three
The shooting range was on the way outside. Austin practically lived in there, but he was no trigger happy boy. He was a true marksman, and he never missed. Mark was always with Austin, enjoying being his target. Not to worry. Mark was as ghostlike as humanly possible. He found it hilarious that the bullets just went through him, and Austin never turned down a moving target.
Bobby saw the whisp of black before he saw Austin.
"Oh, oh, oh, hey, Dragon. How be you? Hehehe?" Mark chittered, floating over to Dragon and billowing around his head.
Austin's sharp and searching features fell upon Dragon, and the handsome man laughed, sliding two guns into their homes at his belt.
"Bobby, where are you off to?"
Bobby gathered himself up and tried to look intimidating, but with Austin's white eyes on him, it wasn't that easy. "Gonna see Mimic."
It was common knowledge that Bobby wouldn't mind following Mimic everywhere she went. He was usually left behind, however, being the baby of the group. Everyone took this into consideration and also the fact that Bobby hadn't been in his right mind in a very, very long time. He was mostly harmless out of battle, but his time in the mutant concentration camp had been longer than wanted or needed. Not many came out of there alive, and none came out sane. The tortures that Bobby had endured he never spoke about. The tortures that he had experienced had been locked away in a dark chamber in his mind.
"Ah, well. Jim's on his way here. His message seemed important, so just sit for a few minutes." Austin spoke with a smooth, milky British accent.
Mark giggled. "Ah, yes. Insomnia needs an outlet to vent. Who will the lucky winner be?"
Mark had never been caught. He was a cloud; how could he? Why he acted the way he did, they hadn't figured out. Mark was Mark, just like Mimic was Mimic. He was very devilish, and earned the name Puck for his actions. He could kill easily by whisping around a person's head and slowly suffocating them. He was more dangerous than he acted, but they all were.
"Mimic's not gonna be at the meeting. That'll make Insomnia even worse, yes? KO, we must protect Dragon tonight, yes, yes."
"I can take care of myself," Bobby insisted.
Both Mark and Austin looked at each other and smiled. Ah, the joys of a little brother.
"Well, we should stay here, either way. Jim will not be pleased if he comes and finds us missing," the marksman said slowly, taking retreat in a chair in the corner of the room.
Mark fluttered through the air just above Austin, and Bobby sat in the floor wiggling his tail.
No one would enjoy Jim's arrival. When Insomnia gave warning of his coming, it usually meant something was wrong. When something was wrong, Jim would complain. No one liked it when Jim complained.
Most people couldn't outlive it.
The shooting range was on the way outside. Austin practically lived in there, but he was no trigger happy boy. He was a true marksman, and he never missed. Mark was always with Austin, enjoying being his target. Not to worry. Mark was as ghostlike as humanly possible. He found it hilarious that the bullets just went through him, and Austin never turned down a moving target.
Bobby saw the whisp of black before he saw Austin.
"Oh, oh, oh, hey, Dragon. How be you? Hehehe?" Mark chittered, floating over to Dragon and billowing around his head.
Austin's sharp and searching features fell upon Dragon, and the handsome man laughed, sliding two guns into their homes at his belt.
"Bobby, where are you off to?"
Bobby gathered himself up and tried to look intimidating, but with Austin's white eyes on him, it wasn't that easy. "Gonna see Mimic."
It was common knowledge that Bobby wouldn't mind following Mimic everywhere she went. He was usually left behind, however, being the baby of the group. Everyone took this into consideration and also the fact that Bobby hadn't been in his right mind in a very, very long time. He was mostly harmless out of battle, but his time in the mutant concentration camp had been longer than wanted or needed. Not many came out of there alive, and none came out sane. The tortures that Bobby had endured he never spoke about. The tortures that he had experienced had been locked away in a dark chamber in his mind.
"Ah, well. Jim's on his way here. His message seemed important, so just sit for a few minutes." Austin spoke with a smooth, milky British accent.
Mark giggled. "Ah, yes. Insomnia needs an outlet to vent. Who will the lucky winner be?"
Mark had never been caught. He was a cloud; how could he? Why he acted the way he did, they hadn't figured out. Mark was Mark, just like Mimic was Mimic. He was very devilish, and earned the name Puck for his actions. He could kill easily by whisping around a person's head and slowly suffocating them. He was more dangerous than he acted, but they all were.
"Mimic's not gonna be at the meeting. That'll make Insomnia even worse, yes? KO, we must protect Dragon tonight, yes, yes."
"I can take care of myself," Bobby insisted.
Both Mark and Austin looked at each other and smiled. Ah, the joys of a little brother.
"Well, we should stay here, either way. Jim will not be pleased if he comes and finds us missing," the marksman said slowly, taking retreat in a chair in the corner of the room.
Mark fluttered through the air just above Austin, and Bobby sat in the floor wiggling his tail.
No one would enjoy Jim's arrival. When Insomnia gave warning of his coming, it usually meant something was wrong. When something was wrong, Jim would complain. No one liked it when Jim complained.
Most people couldn't outlive it.