Chapter 2:
Devin ran, not looking back. He didn't want to look back. All he knew was that he might've killed his brother. He ran down the Manhattan street, until running into an alleyway. He leaned against the side of the building and tried to calm himself down.
"Okay. Devin. Just think...think about what happened. Alright, I had Mason in a headlock, he started turning red. Then-"
More memories flashed through his head. He held his head, he saw all of Mason's memories from Mason's point of view.
"What? Why does this keep happening?" He tried hitting his head against the wall, but that only made things worse. He stopped and tried to focus. The memories started fading away, slowly. "What am I gonna do? I have nothing. I can't go back either." He saw a car across the street with it's window down. He looked both ways before running across the street. He stuck his head through the window and started searching. He found about 5 dollars and a gold chain.
"I guess this'll do." Suddenly he heard the familiar click of a gun. He backed up and saw a Caucasian man aiming his pistol at him.
"Put my stuff back where you found it, you little scumbag." Devin held his hands up. "I'm sorry. Please don't shoot me, I just want enough to survive."
Devin noticed people looking at them. A police squad car started to drive over to where they were. Realizing that they would probably just take him back home, he quickly hit the gun out of the man's hand and sprinted past him. He could hear not only the man's footsteps as he ran after him, he also heard the police sirens. He kept running until he ran through another alleyway. He quickly climbed the fire escape and jumped onto the building. Bullets whizzed by his head as he ran and jumped to another building.
2 hours later, Devin was looking through the candy aisle in a gas station. He had managed to shake the cops and stay low. As he looked at the different candy's he noticed a middle aged bald man with tattoos walk in. The man walked to the candy aisle and looked at the different snacks. He reached for the last bag of lollipops at the exact same time that the man did.
"Uh...sorry." Devin said as he tried to pull the bag. The man kept the grip on the bag tight.
"Let it go kid." He snatched it out of Devin's hand. Devin looked at the guy and grabbed the bag back.
"I was here first. I wanted them first, they're mine." The man tried to grab the bag, but Devin switched hands. "Give them back you little piece of-"
The man shoved Devin and grabbed his arm.
"Leave me alone!"
As soon as the man grabbed his arm, Devin started to feel the same pull that he felt with his brother. The only difference, smoke and fire surrounded his arm where the man was holding it. Both of them screamed in pain as memories started flowing through Devin's head again. This time, apparently of the man he was holding onto. He let go of the man and backed up. The man fell to the ground, unconscious. Devin looked at him and looked at his arms, which were surrounded by fire, brimstone and smoke. He backed up and then looked up at the clerk behind the counter.
"What…..I…." He didn't know what to say, his arms were basically surrounded by fire. The clerk looked at him and his eyes told the story, "You're…...you're…..one of them…" Devin shook his head. He knew what the man was referring to, but he didn't want to believe it. He ran out of the store and down the street when he saw the police coming his way. His arms were still surrounded by fire, which quickly drew attention. He tried running back the other way, but was also cut off by police.
"Please…..just leave me the hell alone!" As the police came closer he screamed in anger was suddenly nothing but smoke and brimstone in the air. He reformed about 30 feet in the air and was quickly brought back down by gravity. He screamed in fear and braced himself for impact. That impact came, but not in broken bones or his death, but in a medium firing explosion that blew the police back about 15 feet along with anything near him. The windows of the store were blasted open. He looked up and noticed the smoke arising from cars and himself. The cops were on the ground, looking rater unresponsive. It looked like a small explosion had went off. As he looked at his hands, he started realizing that he was mutant. But not just a normal mutant….a mutant with some power. He knew that he had to leave quickly so he ran towards a nearby vent and turned into smoke, going through the vent and up to a roof."
"This is you Devin…...a freak. A freak who won't have to listen to anyone…..anymore…."
A/N: I know, it's a short chapter. But most of these next chapters will be. For a reason.