Psycho Chan's note: Hey, it's not too late! It's only midnight. Yay! Wait…oh well. I really got nothing to say except…uh…hi…? I'm not so good with getting into character but I really am trying. Which is what this story is for. So I can practice with characters Twitter Chan and I don't normally use. So…please don't get mad at me if I don't do a good job. I really do suck at writing stories. IF ONLY I HAD A DIFFERENT HOBBY TO LOVE AND ENJOY!!! But sadly I don't. so suffer with me.

Cut Three: AquaMaria

Dating Maria was different. She was demanding and stubborn but not…entirely bossy and cruel. HotStreak had asked her out after spending a lot of jail time across from her. He had learned that she was actually a good kid but at the wrong place at the wrong time. Gaining her powers and living on the streets had opened her eyes to the real world and so, toughened up to live in that world. She had sought help in Francis, talking to him and eventually, even liking him.

At least this time, Francis was sure he would not regret being with the girl. Though her powers were a little difficult to work around. With hers being water and his being fire, it was interesting. She always won their arguments that's for sure. Even when she was wrong.

Even after four months, HotStreak was still surprised to share passionate kisses and touches with AquaMaria. Like now. The two teenage meta humans lay in a bed. The two left the Meta Breed and are making the best out of a warehouse that HotStreak is currently living in.

The aqua girl lays on HotStreak, sharing a heated kiss with him. Her blue hands trace the defined muscles of his chest as his large hands rub up and down her back slowly. The two of them often spent the entire day talking. But now, they were silent, bodies doing the talking. AquaMaria pulls away from the kiss, crawling over her man's hips.

Though her body was constructed of water, the girl's body was surprisingly warm though felt cooler to HotStreak's warmer body temperature. When she was in her human figure, if you felt her body, it was like there was skin. A dry texture that left no signs of water in anyway.

Placing herself over HotStreak's arousal, Maria lowers herself, shivering as her transparent body took the length slowly. The cool flesh taking him sent an odd shiver throughout the older man. Maria moves her hips in a slow pace, shuddering at every sensation the thick rod gave her as much as the burning heat emanating from him. At this point in their relationship, they were addicted to each other's bodies than each other. Each having a unique quirk only the other had.

"Oh~" Maria's sweet voice is heavenly to the man under her as she bounces wildly, clawing lightly at his abdomen. She arches upon feeling HotStreak buck his hips up to meet her as he claws lightly at her thighs. Just as always, Francis's body heats up in ecstasy, a mist surrounding them as they continue their dance.

Being driven mad with little control, HotStreak takes charge, slamming the meta girl to the bed, taking her by surprise. He picks up were she left off, thrusting into her body with such power, power that took her breath away into screams. Maria clings desperately to her experienced boyfriend, wrapping her marine legs around his waist, making the fog thicker with more skin on skin contact. The girl is flung into multiple orgasms.

"Ah~ Maria~" The tightening of muscles proved too much.

Knowing full well why her name was called out, Maria nods the okay. Within moments, HotStreak releases himself into the girl's blue body, both shuddering at the feel. Slowing to a stop, both teens pant heavily. Leaning down, Francis loosely kisses the panting lips of his girlfriend, who laces her fingers through his fire red hair, which was damp from sweat. They kiss through pants. They were addicted.

And with addition came greed. Which was what did HotStreak in with AquaMaria.

Three months later, he found himself making a bad choice. After hearing his girlfriend had agreed to be the test subject for a cure, HotStreak was pissed off. She wanted to be normal, to return to her old life. With her family and friends. Without him. And that scared the man more than anything. He could not stand to let anyone leave him behind again. His older sister had died when he was five. Then his mother left the family when he was in the hospital. She had told him in his hospital room that she had leave town for about a week for her job. He waited for seven days. Nothing. Two weeks turned to months. He got the clue. She left. Left his with her fucked up husband and her younger daughter for Francis to take care of. He was only eight, still a kid himself.

He was reminded of his fear as HotStreak crawled through the vents of the building his girlfriend was in. Crawling out, he saw her. In a tank with cords hooked up to her for the antidote that made her who he fell for. Seeing this outraged him and he carelessly melted a coil. HotStreak watched in horror as AquaMaria lost her form, and went down the drain. He feared the worst as he fled the building.

HotStreak ran to the park, a place he went to whenever he needed his older sister, Jenna. This time however, it brought him discomfort. He wasn't sure he could handle another person in his life dying. Because of him even. Then he heard her voice. "HotStreak."

"? Maria?"

"HotStreak, over here." Turning around, the man walked over to the fountain. "Listen up. Those scientists screwed up. I can't keep together." Sure enough, AquaMaria struggled to keep her face in tacked, falling back into the fountain multiple times.

HotStreak turns around, guilty. "Yeah?"

"I need your help." Green eyes lighten up, possibly with hope. "If you want me back, you betta help me." The man was relieved to hear that she'd take him back after him deserting her even though he had intentions on breaking her out of lock down.

"Sure thing. I'll help. What do you need?"

Everything after that was just down hill from there. He had stolen all the machines so she could be human, believing she'd actually keep him. At this point, he'd help her anyway. He'd rather her be human than be what she is now. What ever that is exactly. After the failed attempt, he had let it slip about the power surge. Everything after that was hell.

"Why would you do that!?" AquaMaria was pissed off. "Why would you do that to me!?"

"I didn't mean to! Sure, I burned the conduit thing but I didn't mean for what happened to happen!" HotStreak tries to defend himself in water flooding around his waist. He was scared. Of losing his girl, of losing his life, of losing everything.

"WHY!?"

"You were gonna change everything!" He admits, freaking out at how psychotic this girl had grown. She was so obsessed with becoming human again. She was desperate to get away from it all. Away from him.

"You lied to me!"

Amazing how much worse it could get. HotStreak found himself fighting for his life, swimming helplessly in a flooded room. His ex had every intention to drown him. He may have deserved it, but this was an honest mistake. One he even tried to fix.

He and the scientists were saved by Static and Gear. The boy dressed in green and white carried him out of the empting building, tossing him into the dirty water. The heroes had carelessly left him to peruse the girl. And as far as HotStreak was, they could go after her for all he cared. She had made it clear to him. Drop dead.

She left him choking on water. Alone. Cold. And wet.

Sitting in the water, HotStreak finds himself lost again. Helpless. And he hated it. Reminded him of his childhood. His entire childhood. He feared being left behind so much that he had nearly killed his girlfriend to keep things the same. It wasn't his fault.

Sinking in his world, the red head pulls out his knife. Flicking off water, the boy doesn't even bother to look at his reflection. He doesn't want to see how damn pitiful he looked. Knowing full well he was crying like a bitch, he sliced his wrist open. Almost tempted to do it over and over until his rage was gone. But that's not how he did things. Flipping the blade into it's sheath, HotStreak put the knife in his shoe, knowing that when he goes to lock down, they'll search his pockets. They never check shoes.

Warm blood leaks from the gash, down his palm, dripping down into the water. He waits for someone to arrest him. Actually, he just sat there in his depression. Time passed, and the heroes returned, exhausted and wet. They were surprised as hell to see the red head still sitting in the cold pool of water.

"Francis…" Static crosses his arms in confusion, using his first name. That actually made the man cringe. "Why'd you wait? You know that we'll bring you in without hesitation, right?"

The broken man gets to his feet. Faded green eyes, misty yet after an hour of fighting tears, look up to the pair of meta humans. Without a word, he allows the police to cuff him. Everyone missed the cut he had made after he had washed off the blood. The specially constructed cuff irritated his skin but he believed every bit of pain he got.

Static and Gear could not help but notice the look of pure sorrow and regret on their bully's face. Everyone noticed this. They failed to see what had happened, not knowing the relationship the man shared with the girl they helped become normal again.

Francis learned another lesson in his life. Sometimes, change is for the best.