Hotstreak stood against the lockers while Richie was gathering things from his own locker. The two were just talking, however people stared at them oddly. Hotstreak was known to always pick on Richie and to be anti-social. "Richie... All this experimenting we've done... All the making out... Are we done experimenting and ready to have a real relationship? I mean, from all the make out sessions we've had, you seemed really eager with me."

"Virgil's coming. You should disappear." Richie said.

"Nah. I Think I'm read to tell him about us."

"Wait, what?!"

"Don't worry your blond head. We wont tell him EVERYTHING of course. Just tell him we're friends now. I don't think anyone could handle something heavy like that thrown into their face all at once."

Virgil approached. "Francis, what'd you want? Leave Richie alone."

"Virg, it's alright. Francis is my friend now."

Virgil returned a dirty look to Hotstreak. "I don't trust him."

"I guess I brought that kind of reputation upon myself haven't I?" Hotstreak said.

"Don't be such a dick man. We've been friends for quite some time now. I just didn't want to tell you so soon because this is the reaction from you I wanted to try and avoid. After all the time I spent with him, he isn't a bad guy."

"Weeks eh? Well... I guess I'll trust your judgement."

Hotstreak smiled. Virgil felt a chill run down his spin after seeing Hotstreak smile. Richie on the other hand had gotten used to it. "Call me Hotstreak."

"Why that?" Virgil asked.

"When'd you think of that one?" Richie asked.

Hotstreak looked around to make sure no one was watching and showed Virgil how he could make fire.

"WOA-!!!" Richie covered Virgil's mouth.

"...You're a metta human? You were at the docks that night?" Virgil asked.

Hotstreak nodded. Virgil was about to tell Hotstreak that he was Static however he decided against it. He doesn't want to risk anyone else besides Richie knowing his secret identity.

One of the deans came up to the three boys. "Hey, schools over. Get lost." He said.

The three left the building. "I'll catch up with you guys later, I gotta go meet someone." Hotstreak said running off. Hotstreak met up with Ebon at the abandoned subway.

"Hey Hotstreak. Just in time. We're gonna go on our first... How should I put this... Lets say, 'outting'." Ebon said.

"Cool. Where to?" Hotstreak said.

Ebon snickered. "We're gonna go rob Dakota bank."

Hotstreak's inner psycho came out. Ebon made him realize that with their new-found powers, they're almost invinvible and he eagerly agreed to join him without question.

Richie was hanging out at Virgil's house watching television. The television program they were watching was interrupted by a breaking news broadcast.

"I'm here outside of the Dakota National Bank that is currently being robbed by three metta humans."

Behind the news reporter shows a police officer being tossed out threw the doors of the bank onto the hood of his car. Suddenly the building was engulfed in flames and Richie and Virgil get a clear view of Hotstreak and the others he's with. Virgil looked at Richie. "Not a bad guy huh?"

Irony apparently was Richie and Hotstreak's best friend.

"I'll go take care of them." Virgil said leaving to go Static like he always does when something bad is happening.

Richie sighed and left as well to try and meet Hotstreak.

Virgil arrived at the bank on his electric disk. "Hey boys, making a little withdraw are we?"

Ebon looked up and saw Static. He created a vortex in the ground and Talon and Shiv jumped in. Just before Hotstreak could follow, Richie came running and grabbed the red head on the back of his shirt. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" Richie demanded.

Ebon closed the vortex and Static struck Hotstreak with an electrical bolt. Hotstreak returned fire, literally, he returned fire. He sent a barrage of fire daggers at him. Richie looked up at Static.

Hotstreak, about to send more attacks to Static but Richie ran in front of his to stop him after doing so Virgil ceased fire. "Get out of the way!" Static said to Richie.

The blond teen burried his face in Hotstreak's chest trying to hold back his tears. The fire in Hotstreak's hands dispersed and his hands giving off steam. He wrapped his arms around Richie's back.

His hand's were still fairly warm but soothing on Richie's back but that still didn't change his rage he suddenly had for the red head. The on-lookers stared at the two boys then at Static who was just as confused as they were.

The dark vortex once again opened beneath the two boys and sucked them in. Static tried to follow but it was already closed before he could get to them. "Dammit..." He said as he left to go look for where they two may have gone.

Hotstreak held Richie closer as they found themselves within the abandoned subway again.

Ebon and the others snickered as they say Hotstreak holding the shorter blond boy close to him. Richie looked at the other mette humans that were staring at the two of them. "What is this?" Richie asked.

"This is a crew for metta humans. We banned together to take a stand against the people who're out there shunning us and treating us like shit. We need to stick together if we're to hope to survive everyone else who's against us."

Richie pounded Hotstreak on the chest. "Are you an idiot?! Are you all retarded?! This is only going to make them resist you even more!"

Ebon wrapped himself around the two and looked at Richie. The blond boy felt his stomach come up into his throat and a chill down his spine. He was frozen with fear. "They already hate us because we posess something they don't have. We might as well put our powers to good use and stand against them!"

Richie too shocked to say anything marked the end of his argument. Richie knew what they meant but causing mayhem and endangering lives is going to make things much more worse for them. And the fact that Hotstreak follows Ebon's out-look on the whole thing made his feelings for him slowly begin to crack and fall apart piece by piece.

"Richie, you need to understand. This is the only way. People like Static are loved by everyone now just because he's always there to help. But think about out. When theres nothing more for him to contribute to everyone, they're all going to turn against him." Hotstreak said trying to explain.

Ebon has worked his way into Hotstreak's mind. What can I do? He's lost his mind. How can I reason with him? Richie thought to himself. Richie held back his tears but Hotstreak could see the blond boys eyes become glossy. "...Take me home..." Richie demanded timidly.