Psycho Chan's Notes: Hiya! I know Madelyn comes in twice in the series and both times she is put down. Sure, her personality for order…or is it obsession…is a little strong but that's not exactly a reason to cast her out and make fun of her. All she really wanted was for the laughter to stop. Anyway, I kinda like her so I thought of a way to add her into my story so I can write more about her…not with HotStreak but still. Luckily for me, the two had met and interacted on the show. Of course it was just HotStreak taking orders and betting against the girl but interacting all the same

Cut Two: Madelyn

To be honest, HotStreak does not know why Madelyn Spaulding had asked him out. Sure, she gave him her reasons, just part of that damn personality of hers. The psychic girl had told him that he is everything she…what was it…detests? Either way, Francis did know that the word she used was just another word for hate. But then she went on about how he did have his good qualities, causing him to stop and listen. The dark haired girl told him that though he was a brute with no future in society, she did have a few plans only he could do, including breaking her out of jail if she were to ever be caught. He may have been bullheaded and nearsighted in life but he did take orders, unlike Ebon. And when she complemented him on his looks, he decided that he'd give the girl a chance. He had just broken up with Talon and another relationship just might do him good.

He quickly found out that Madelyn was bossy. Even in bed. HotStreak could not tell you how many times he was kicked out of bed because he did something inappropriate or wrong. Now that he thought about it, he was rejected more times than they actually had sex. That was something he learned to accept after a couple weeks. To just listen to the girl.

Which was really okay considering she didn't give a rat's ass about his past. So his secrets are safe. And Francis was thankful for that.

"Hurry up Francis." Madelyn's voice demands the boy to pick up speed, using her boyfriend's real name. Today was a decent day. The two, and by two I mean Madelyn, went a did some survey on teenagers in the park. At the moment, they were at Madelyn's empty house. The bedroom was sickingly organized, with bright colors of purples, pinks and yellows. Luckily for the rebel, the lights were off so it dulled the eyesore.

Doing as he was told, Francis rolls on a condom. The girl was very specific on them. "Okay." Was said irritatingly, but under control of his temper. Dating this girl took a lot out of him, and not only out of his dignity. Green eyes trace the slim build of the other girl. This only takes a second before he leans down, kissing lightly tanned skin. If he were to take too long, she'd start yelling and turn on that damn lamp. He hated that lamp more than the stuffed animals lining her room.

"It's about time." The meta girl moans out, further annoying her man. Blowing it off like everything else about her, Francis slides his hands between Madelyn's legs, feeling them open for him. Checking to make sure she's ready, the man pushes into her, sinking quickly. The body beneath him arches slightly with every inch, a small moan escaping her lips.

Once fully in, Francis wastes little time, moving in and out of Madelyn's small body slowly. Within moments the girl was writhing in pleasure, clawing HotStreak's pale shoulders lightly. Francis didn't mean for his thoughts to wonder, even for a moment. But as he rolled his hips into the other body, all he could notice was that this was just sex. There was no emotion or passion. It was just sex. With Talon, Theresa, at least there was that feeling of need.

With Madelyn, it was just something to do on her free time, which she rarely had. A scream snaps the man out of his regretted thoughts, HotStreak struggles to keep his powers in check, lavender smoke emanating from his red hair. Madelyn ignores this, spinning into an orgasm.

Feeling the muscle clamp onto his length, Francis thrusts his hips into the girl harder, barreling through her barriers. Those light clawing turn begin to claw at his back, leaving long red lines down his back. Arching her back and letting out a loud scream, Madelyn lets out another orgasm, spilling her juices.

Pushed over his edge, HotStreak shudders, coming into the condom. Slowing to a stop, both teenagers are left panting, slowly catching their breath. The red head stays over his girlfriend, looking down at her panting lips. He allowed himself to submit to his need to be wanted, leaning down and kissing those lips. He is surprised to feel his kiss returned.

Small fingers trace up Francis's broad back, up his neck and through his short hair. In a few minutes, those fingers grab a handful, tugging the older man away. "Ugh. When was the last time you took a shower? You're hair is greasy and gross."

The outburst had taken the boy by surprise as well. He was homeless and lived with other mutant freaks. How often was he suppose to bathe?

"Go take a shower Francis. Now." With her stern voice, Madelyn shoves HotStreak off. Angry, the rebel pulls the condom off, tossing it in her trash.

"It's not grease it's gel."

"I don't care what the hell it is. I want it out of your head. It's disgusting and bad for you." The girl shoves the boy again. Knowing his limit before she tosses his ass out with her powers, Francis gets up and grabs his clothes.

"Fine. I'll take the shower." He mutters as he walks out of her room. Walking down the hall, the man had no intention on returning to her room for the night. "Bitch…"

As much as he disliked the girl, HotStreak didn't exactly want to break up with her. Guess he wouldn't mind if she said it just wasn't working out. But she was rather cold about it, though she was simple and honest. Damn did he hate that about her.

"Wait-what?"

"I'm sick of you." Madelyn stunned the red head.

"I haven't done anything for you to be sick of." HotStreak wanted to scream at her. Tell her off. About how she used him. Abused him. Put him down and trashed him. But he couldn't find the words. Francis Stone could not find the words in is anger and confusion.

"Sure you have. You never really listen to me. You never take care of yourself." Madelyn continues her explanation. "You dropped out of school so you'll go no where in life and I won't have you hold me back. That makes me look bad to be seen dating a total brute with a pudding cup for brains."

"I make you look bad?" Francis's eyes turned a harsh red. "I listened to y-"

"It really doesn't matter." The girl cuts him off. "I'm done and that's that." Like Madelyn said, it was over. And Francis stood there in an anger mixed shock as the girl walked away.

She walked away from him like he was nothing but garbage. Now that he thought about it, that is what he actually was to that bitch. Clenching his fists, Francis lifts his left wrist. A scar from two months ago. The one that reminded him of his better relationship with Talon. Without really thinking, HotStreak dug in his pocket for that cursed knife, flipping it open.

He didn't give a fuck that he was in the middle of the park. He didn't care that it was noon on a Sunday. He let that blade inch into his flesh, watching the blood bubble over his skin. He didn't care. About the blood, the cut or that cunt that thought she was better. Walking back to an abandoned warehouse he once called home, HotStreak saunters slowly, feeling the blood drip down his hand, over his fingertips. Small droplets stain the sidewalk. The red head sneered to himself as the pain of that bitch flowed out of his system just like the red liquid.

That was the second lesson he learned in dating. Make sure you actually like the person you're dating.