Alphas

[lari]

Nate exited the subway along with a massive group of people, all seemingly headed to the same place-Central Park. Nate curled up his lip in disgust as he was completely surrounded by the crowd. Happy, sad, angry, tried, excited, bored, nervous. It was like a cup of rainbow sherbet all mixed together to make an ugly brown color. The emotional roller coaster was killing him. Nate slid on his sunglasses, hoping it would make it less likely for someone to meet his eyes. A person rammed into his shoulder causing a burst of annoyance, an emotion not only his own but feeding from the other person as well, to flow through him. As the mob continued to the stairs, making it a narrower path, more bumped into him. Happy, excited, impatient, tired, lust. Wait, what? Lust?

Nate glanced at the girl next to him. Women, actually. She could probably be his mother, if she had him when she was a teen. And with the clothes, or lack there of, she was wearing, that wouldn't be a surprise. She winked at him, causing Nate to feel like vomiting. And the waves of lust, being as strong as they were, were starting to affect him. Double vomit. "Want my number?" her lips read as the mob stopped at a street sign that told them not to walk. She reached into her pocket, as if looking for a sharpie.

"I'm 16. That's jail-bait for you, Cougar," Nate said in that "funny" voice of his. He couldn't tell if it was his voice or his words that caused the blank look on her face. Nonetheless, they group started to move, all people on their way to Central Park, which was only a block away. Nate let himself drop toward the back and away from the lady.

When Nate reached Central Park, he made his way to find somewhere less crowded. There were too many people in New York City. One day he dreamed to move out to the country side, but now was not the time. With his job that he was not willing to loose and the whole Alpha thing he was trying to get used to, moving was not in the near future. Nate found a good bench to sit on, away from people. The ear buds in his ears were probably blasting music so loud that people walking by could hear. He wouldn't know. But he could feel the vibrations and the beat. He still had that much left to him. He wasn't left in complete silence.

[Purple]

Central Park just wasn't the same during the day. Where were the heroin abusers? Where were the prostitutes? Where were alcoholics too drunk even for Waffle House? The homeless were still there of course, just less noticeable now that they weren't sleeping on the benches. Many of the homeless were always there, something she'd tried to avoid when she had been among their ranks. If you stayed somewhere too long or when there often enough people started to recognize you. People started to try to talk to you, to get to know you, and that was something she couldn't have. It was a nice day though, and Storm had come a long way since her days of sleeping on benches in the park. It was nice to have her own place, a couch to crash on at night with four walls and a door around her, but at times she missed that old life. She missed being the girl who rode the trains wherever they would take her, ate whatever she could find, and slept wherever she was warm. One day she would go back to that life, but for now she had a solid residence in New York City, and she was going to try to keep it.

A quick and hopefully subtle glance over her shoulder told her that the same guy who'd been behind her on the way here was now following her down the path. She refused to do the classic girly freakout thing and pick up the pace to see if he would pace her or fall behind or attack her or what. Instead she slowed down a bit, as if she was just taking a leisurely stroll now that she'd gotten to the park. Her hand, however, was on her knife where it rested in the pocket of her leather jacket. A general sweep of the trees off to her left told her that he was maintaining the pace from a moment before. So maybe he wasn't following her after all. Maybe he'd just been coming to the park too. He was catching up to her now, as if he was going to pass her. Good. He'd be on his way and out of her mind. Living alone and out in the open for so long made her paranoid.

"Hey." Perhaps rightly so. She turned to her right to see the guy was now matching her pace, walking alongside her. Shit.

"Hello," she said. Her tone was polite, but there was no cheeriness in it, nothing to make him think she wanted to talk to him.

"Lovely day," he said. Small talk. Bad sign.

"Yes, I suppose. But I really should go," she said, "I'm meeting someone soon." It was a lie, but hopefully one he would buy.

"Uh-huh, can I get your number?" he asked, completely ignoring what she said.

"No," she said bluntly.

"Come on," he whined.

"No!" she replied, "I don't even have a phone!"

"Oh, really? What girl doesn't have a phone?" he said, clearly not believing her.

"This one," she snapped, glaring at him from behind her sunglasses.

"Come on, girl, just--"

"Oh there you are, honey!" she exclaimed, aiming her comment at the first boy she saw, a blond one listening to ridiculously loud music. She had to get the guy away, and while she didn't want to talk to another person, this was the best method. "I've been looking all over for you!" She took off her sunglasses then so that she could give the guy a pleading look with her eyes. "Play along!" she mouthed, hoping he would get the message. The man who'd been bothering her glanced at the guy and then back and her, muttered something under his breath, and walked away. Storm sat down with a sigh of relief, hoping she wasn't bothering the boy too much.

"Sorry about that, but that creeper wouldn't leave me alone," she said, watching his back as he walked away. But then, he wasn't walking away but turning around and coming back. Oh shit. What was he doing? Coming to bug her some more? Yup. Damn.

"Listen, can I just--"

"No! Leave me alone!"

"But you're hot!"

"That doesn't give you the right to stalk me!"

"But--"

"Piss. Off." She very nearly growled the words, and when she did, something slipped, something she tried to never let slip. But of course, that only meant it would. That was the nature of her "powers," and it was annoying as hell. As she spoke there was a loud popping sound a branch from a nearby tree snapped, causing it to fall across the path, smoking slightly. Storm stared at it with wide eyes, as did the man before he turned and ran in the opposite direction.

"That...didn't happen," she said slowly.

[lari]

"-looking all over for you!" were the words on her mouth that Nate caught by the time he noticed her. He pulled the sweet music out of his ears as her eyes met his. Plead. Panic. Desperate. Fear. He smirked when she told him to play along. This was something his was good at. He could make up a whole back story on their "history" at the top of his head if he needed to. "Sorry, Darling," he said as lovingly he could muster. He glared at the guy, a deathly glare he had been practicing for years.

As the guy walked away, Nate opened his mouth to say something to the pretty girl that was now sitting next to him. But the words were cut off as the idiot who can't take a hint came back. Really, was he that much of a moron. There were plenty of single girls in New York to harass. They had made it clear that she wasn't single, correct? This reminded Nate of the Cougar. What's with people in the City? As the days passed, the country started to seem more and more appealing to the deaf boy. Nate sat back as the two traded insults. Their conversation went too fast for Nate to catch all of, but he was able to fill in the blanks. However, he wasn't able to jump in and defend "his woman." But she was defending herself well enough, it seemed.

When the tree branch fell, Nate knew exactly what happened. Tree branches just don't fall like that. From the feelings of the idiot that was currently running away, all Nate felt was fear and annoyance. But from the random girl? It was a whirlwind of panic and shock. Maybe guilt or nervousness? Nate couldn't exactly tell as it was all swirling together. It was the trademark feeling for a person that was hiding something. And Nate could only guess what she was hiding. He remembered how it was when he was first found out. He was talking with an old man, and Nate could tell from his emotions that he was lying. So he called the older man out. And the older man called him back out.

Nate tore his eyes away from the branch and back to the girl, catching her mouth just closing. What had she just told him. The boy took of his sunglasses so the girl could see his eyes. "I'm deaf. Make sure I'm looking at you when you speak so I can read your lips, 'kay?" He nodded his head and looked back at the branch. This was the first Alpha he had ever found. He wasn't sure what he was supposed to tell her. Would he think he was crazy? She probably already thought that she, herself, was crazy. "You're not crazy. I know you did that with the branch, and I promise you're not crazy. I have weird powers of my own. And I'm not the only one; there's a lot of us, you know?" He looked back to her lips, waiting for them to tell him he was psycho.

[Purple]

"Sorry, you don't seem deaf, with the music and all," she said, turning so that she was facing him more. Storm sighed, running a hand through her blonde hair. All of her instincts were screaming that she should run, get away from this place and this boy who'd seen something no one should ever see and seemed somehow to know too much. All of her instincts said go, but her curiosity fought them, and fought hard. Eventually it won and she decided that she would at least hear him out. She would at least find out what he knew, what he could tell her about what she was, about the others like her.

"I know I'm not crazy. I'm just a freak," she said, looking at the branch for a moment before turning her gaze back to him. "What...What do you do?" she asked tentatively, "I mean, I'm guessing you don't make things explode too, since you said 'weird powers of my own' but is everyone different?"

She knew better than to hope that she might find someone with powers like hers. She would never be that lucky. It would be nice to have someone who knew what she was dealing with, who maybe had more experience and knew how to handle it. It would be nice, but it wouldn't happen. She knew better than to hope for control, to think that she had a chance of finding it. Humans never had control. It didn't exist. Control was just something men had invented to help them sleep at night.

[lari]

Nate couldn't help but smile at the girl. Sometimes when he told people he was deaf, they would apologize and leave. Or, if leaving wasn't an option, they'd talk really loud and draw out every word. Of course, Nate couldn't tell if they were talking loud, but by the way their mouth formed the words, that's what he assumed they were doing. And sometimes he could feel their pity or disappointment of him. Usually when he talked with people, he didn't tell them. But since she was an Alpha and this was an important conversation that he couldn't be missing any words of, he told her. And what does she say? 'You didn't seem deaf'? No pity or screaming along with it? "Thanks," he told her. Why? Because that was one of the best compliments he'd ever received.

"Don't call yourself a freak. If you're a freak, than I'm a freak too. That's insulting," he teased, trying to lighten the mood. This was what he did best. Not telling people who the really were. Not recruiting people to help stop evil. But joking around like he was still a dumb teenager with nothing else to do. If only the older Alphas were here to answer her questions and explain everything. He still had some questions of his own that were never answered. What the hell should he tell her? He was reminded of high school, when he had to 'BS' a paper last minute.

"Curious, nervous, afraid," he told her, his eyes staring into hers as a smirk slowly crawling up his face. "I can read your emotions." Whenever he told another female Alpha his power, he would flirt with her, adding an emotion they weren't feeling ('I'm sorry my good looks are making you feel so embarrassed') and make a joke about such. But it didn't feel right at the time. He should be acting like a leader like Doc did when Nate first found about about all this. There would be time for jokes later, hopefully. "So far, I've never met anyone with the same power. But don't be discouraged; I'm new and haven't met many Alphas yet. That's what we're called-Alphas. I'm sure there's someone out there that can make things explode-or whatever it is you do. Doc's really smart; while he doesn't have your specific power, he knows a lot about our powers, if you want to ask him questions." Nate tried to give her a reassuring smile, though it might have appeared as a grimace. He didn't like to talk that much. Out of habit, he signed while he talked. After many years of dealing with Hearing, he realized that if he talked and signed, they'd slowly start to pick up what some of the commonly used signs mean.

"I'm Nate, by the way," he told her. He looked back over to the fallen tree branch, which had stopped smoking by now. "Would you mind demonstrating you power, again? It's okay if not; I understand. I'm sure Doc's going to want to you show him too, so you don't have to do it for me. But if you could try, it'd be nice." Her power interested him. He hadn't met many with destructive powers. It was dangerous, but helpful for them at the same time.

((Doc- he can be an NPC, one that leads the good Alphas so to speak. I don't know what his power would be, but one of ya'll can make that up. He's old and wise and knows what he's doing most the time. My image of him vaguely reminds me of Dumbledore-personality wise, not appearance.))

[shady]

((lari, idk if you have ever seen Alphas on tv, but you were just spot on about the leader guy))

Dustin smiled to himself as he walked quickly down the sidewalk, his hands(gloves on) were shoved into his pockets, and his hood was pulled way over his head,hiding everything except his jet black hair which he kept extremley straight. Thousands of thoughts ran through his mind, but there was only thing he had planned to do about what had just happened.

Earlier, he had gotten into a fight with someone whom New York had plenty of, someone most pimps would call their 'bottom bitch'. Dustin had found this girl, just standing outside a run down store, exposing herself to the world in the middle of the night. To Dustin, she was gross and disgusting, but he had money to blow. So, Dustin convinced the girl to come to his house, and when she did, he told her to make him a sandwich. Thats all he wanted, a messily sandwich, but the girl got ticked off at him for some reason and stormed out. Later on, after returning home from grocery shopping, Dustin found his apartment to be trashed, and he knew exactly whom had done it.

Now, as he turned down a dark alley way towards where he had seen the girl, he ran over his plan one last time. He would go in there, freak he out with his 'special ability' and then steal her stuff. He would get in and then get out, as simple and as easy as that. Before he could even make it to her doorstep though, a small little boy about nine or ten years old walked in front of him and held out a jar with few pennies in the bottom of it. Instantly, Dustin stopped in mid-stride, his heart pounding. He saw the little boy as his own little brother who had died a while ago, and frowned. Dustin reached into his pocket and took out all the cash he had left from his previous steal and held it out to the boy.

At first, the little boy hesistated, but then a rather large, un-human like smile came across the little boys face, and instead of grabbing the change, he reached for Dustin's wrist, which had been exposed. Dustin gasped as the little boys squeezed his wrist, his grip shockingly strong. Dustin tried to grab something to absorb,but found it very hard to do so with the little boy standing there. Just then, the little boy morphed into a full grown man, and laughed manically.

,"You listen to me now,Alpha.," he growled. Dustin's eyes grew wide, what was this pain he was suddenly feeling in his wrist? There was a sharp pounding in his head and then suddenly his eyes grew a sharp,blood red. They stayed that way for a moment, then turned back to royal blue. Seeing that his work was done, the man smiled, released Dustin's wrist, and then took out his cell phone. He dialed a number as he turned and walked away.

,"He is under our control now..," the man hissed into the phone and then he was gone.

The rest of the day for Dustin was all a blur, he walked around New York almost lifeless. It was mid-afternoon by the time he had finally got ahold of himself, remembering nothing of what had just happened earlier. He passed a hotdog vendor, then turned around, his stomach growling and bought a hot dog and a coke. Slowly, he made his way into Central Park, the most welcoming place out of everywhere else he had recently been, and sat on a bench, not to far away from a blonde headed girl and boy.

[Purple]

"All of them?" she asked, wincing. She didn't like the thought of someone being able to know her emotions, not when she worked so hard to hide them most of the time. Storm wasn't the type to let people in easily, the the fact that she didn't have a choice, well that was more than a little unnerving. Oh well, there would be time to avoid feelings-reading boy later. Right now she needed to know about the--Alphas, they were called? Weird. Alpha usually meant superior, like the alpha male with wolves. She supposed people with a bunch of freaky powers could be thought of us as superhuman, superior to regular humans, but she herself had never felt superior to anyone. If anything she was jealous of others. At least they could pretend to be in control, if only for a little while. At least they tell themselves that they were safe, that they knew what they were doing, and actually have a chance of believing it.

"I'm Storm, or at least, that's what people call me," she said. Whenever she introduced herself this way she found herself wondering: what people? The few people she talked to did call her that, but only because that was how she introduced herself. It was what her dad had called her when she was little, because of her grey eyes. It also didn't help that she'd been born in the middle of the worst thunderstorm Tennessee had seen in a decades. He had always called her, his little storm cloud, and the Storm part just sort of stuck. Even her mother started calling her that after awhile, though her twin, Lucas, had never been fond of the name. She was always still Jordan to Lucas, even when all the other kids called her Storm, just like her parents. Her grandmother had started calling her Eris, after the Greek goddess of chaos, when it became clear what she could do. She didn't remember much of her grandmother as she was very old and had died when Storm was young, but she vaguely recalled the woman telling her something, something like "You're not alone." Had she been an Alpha too? If she was she never really showed it.

"I don't really like using my powers, but I'll try," she said nervously, "I warn you though, I can't control what explodes. It might be another tree. It might just be like fireworks. Or it might be your pants. I don't know." Storm cast a worried glance around the park. Everyone was going about their business, stepping around the fallen tree branch. She noticed a guy who hadn't been there before, a dark-haired boy eating a hot dog, but didn't think much of it. It was Central Park for crying out loud. Lots of people came there. She drew in a deep breath and then concentrated. It was hard to explain what triggered her powers. It was sort of a mental pop, like picturing and explosion in her head, but it was never firey or smokey or like an object exploding. It was like pure thought just bursting, like firecrackers going off in her head. As soon as she did it there was a loud popping sound from behind her, and Storm turned to peer through the trees at the busy New York street not far off. What she saw made her eyes go wide. Apparently what had exploded was the engine of a car, an already highly combustible object. The red car was swerving out of control and eventually rammed head-on into another vehicle.

No. No this wasn't happening. It was just like that day, ten years ago. It was like the day her brother and father died all over again. She'd been arguing with Lucas in the back seat while her father drove, her mother having stayed home because she wasn't feeling well. She didn't even remember now what the fight had been about. Some toy, something ridiculous that little kids fight about, but they'd been arguing, their father trying to play mediator while not running them off the road. They'd been screaming at each other, and then pop, just like that, the front tire blew out and the car went across the center line and straight into a truck. Her father had been killed instantly, and Lucas who hadn't been wearing his seat belt, flew through the windshield and died at the hospital hours later. The blonde girl shook her head, her grey eyes still wide with terror. Why had she done that? Why had she willingly used her power? She should have known by now that nothing good could come of it. Nothing good ever came of it. She looked back at Nate for a moment but didn't say anything. This time when her instincts yelled run, she ran.

Storm took off down the park trail, eventually dashing through some trees to reach the street. She jaywalked across, not having to worry about cars now that traffic had come to a standstill. She reached the sidewalk and kept running, pushing through the impatient commuters. She paid no attention to their protests or even to the street signs she passed. She had no idea where she was going, and she didn't care. It was just like all those time she'd hopped on a train and left a town, never to return. She didn't care where she went. She just had to go.

[lari]

Storm. Nate could understand the nickname when he looked into her eyes. He was still smirking at how uncomfortable she was felt when she learned he knew her feelings. She wasn't the only person that didn't like his power. He didn't even like his own power. The worry was radiating of the girl like heavy waves. She obviously didn't have any confidence in her powers. He started to feel guilty, but before he could tell her that she really didn't have to do anything, it was too late.

The sudden shock that everyone within 100 feet felt overwhelmed Nate. He looked at Storm, who was turning around. Everyone, in fact, was turning around to look at something that probably caused said shock. Some kind of noise that he couldn't hear all drawed them to whatever this was; he was left out of the loop. He looked behind him in time to see the cars crash, one on fire. Had she really done this? Terror flooded him, all coming from the girl next to him. And pain. He could feel the pain of the victims all the way from where he sat. Wincing at it, he looked back over at Storm as she stood and ran. Nate didn't hesitate to follow after her.

He was a fast runner. Those years of soccer did him some good. He slowly started to catch up to the girl who got a couple seconds head start. "Storm!" he called; even though he couldn't hear his own pleas, she could. "Do you want this to happen again? If you stop, I can help you," he called out, focusing on the girl in front of him and not on anyone else.

[shady]

Dustin had just finished his hot dog when he heard it, it was a rather loud noise, the squel of tires on hot asphalt, and then a crashing noise as a car crashed into another. Instantly, Dustin whipped his head around to see what had happened, his hood falling off his head. His eyes widened in shock, considering you had to be a very defensive driver in New York simple accidents like this didnt usually happen. But how it happened was what was getting to him the most.

Out of the cornor of his eye, he saw the blonde haired boy and girl run off. He turned towards them, and glared, had they had something to do with this? Or were they just cowards? Dustin was about to chuckle towards his rude comment, but was cut off as his cell phone, which he was not sure how he had gotten, rang. He hesisitated at first, then slide it open to answer.

,"..hello?," he said, his stood up, his eyes watching the two blonde kids as they ran. There was no answer on the other line, just a distant buzzing that grew louder every second until finally it made Dustin's head pound, and he hung the phone up. For a moment Dustin just stood where he was, his eyes dialating and quickly turning into the same blood red as before. Suddenly, Dustin's mind went practically dead and he began to follow after the blonde boy and girl.

As Dustin made his way in their direction everyone began to stare at him, their expressions blank,"Time to kill.," they all told him.

,"Time to kill.," the hot dog vendor said,"Time to kill, time to kill, time to kill.," Everywhere he looked, the words Time to kill mocked him. Not knowing any better, Dustin did what he was told, and took off after the two blonde haired people. At first, he was far behind them, but the more he heard the words, the faster his feet seemed to carry him. Soon, he could hear perfectly the blonde-haired boy calling out to the girl.

[Purple]

Storm glanced over her shoulder when she heard her name to see Nate following her. She didn't stop however, and she didn't respond to the blond boy's calls. Screw the alphas. Screw Doc, whoever he was. She had to get gone, had to get him out of her life. Of course she didn't want this to happen again, but she knew better than to believe him. He couldn't help her, whether she stopped or not. No one could. People who tried to help her usually ended up getting hurt. She couldn't handle another one. Another glance over her shoulder showed that Nate was catching up. Damn he was fast. She would just have to lose him in the alleys. She hadn't been living in New York City long, and even if she had she couldn't possibly know all the alleyways, but she'd been running from cops often enough before to know how to lose someone, even if you yourself didn't know where you were going.

The blonde girl took a sharp left turn and dashed down the narrow pathway between two buildings, leaping over piles of she-didn't-even-want-to-know-what. She took the first right she saw, and ran across a street, ignoring the "do not walk" sign. Storm kept going, pushing through people and continuing down the block, only to turn into the first alleyway she saw. She took a wrong turn somewhere along the way and ended up in a dead end where several metal fire escape ladders dropped down. She considered hopping on one climbing up to the roof, but she had no way of knowing what she would find up there or if there would be any way of getting down on the other side. It also didn't look like the fire escape went all the way up to the roof, so she would have to stand on the rail and pull herself up over the edge. It wasn't all that difficult, but plenty of things were made more difficult when you were forty feet off the ground. She would use it as a last resort only. For now all she could do was wait and hope that Nate would go the other way.

[shady]

Dustin saw as the blonde haired girl took a turn and disappeared from his sight. He cussed under his breath and sped up, catching up to the blonde haired boy. Dustin glanced over in his direction, and glared at the boy.This blonde haired boy would ruin his chances of doing what he was supposed to be doing, and that would make matters worse.

Without the ability to think for himself, Dustin quickly turned towards the blonde haired boy and pushed him off the sidewalk,"Stay out of the way, asshole.," he called, his eyes turning to slits as he ran past the blonde haired boy towards where the girl had ran.

"Time to kill, time to kill,time to kill."

Dustin slowed his pace as he turned the cornor down a dead-end alley way, and smiled eviley. At the end of the alley was what he had been chasing after, the blonde haired girl. His blood red eyes gleamed as the sun hit his face as it peaked over the tall New York buildings. Dustin slowed his pace to a walk, removing his jacket and throwing it on the ground. Today, of all days, he had chosen to wear a short sleeve shirt.

,"Hello there!," he called raising his hand, he was about 100 feet away from the girl.

,"I noticed what you did back there..,"he looked down at the ground as he made his way slowly towards the girl,"..not very many people are happy with you..," As Dustin passed a fire escaped, he ran his hand over it, its metalic features becoming one of his own, turning his skin a rusty brown color, and making it as hard as the stairs were. He closed in on the girl, backing her up against the wall with his muscely iron arms.

,"...and we'd like to know.."he whispered cruely into her ear ,"..what do you have to say for yourself?,"

[Purple]

The dark-haired boy,the one who'd been eating the hot dog in the park, was definitely the last person she expected to round the corner at the end of the alleyway. Where was Nate? And who the hell was this kid? He said not very many people where happy with her. Well that was a big fat duh. She'd just caused a car crash. Who on earth would be happy with her after that? But who was he talking about specifically? She didn't have much chance to think on it because before she could even react or take advantage of her escape route he'd backed her up against the wall, trapping her there. Her first thought was to kick him in the nuts, but as he appeared to have absorbed the metal from the stairs, the would most likely only get her a broken foot. That was definitely not something she needed. She had to do something though. He was too close, way too close. She never let anyone get this close to her, and if she could have, she would have pushed him away the second he came within a foot of her.

"What do I have to say for myself?" she said, "Just this: fuck. off." She closed her eyes then, letting loose a series of the mental bursts that triggered her explosions. Five or six pops sounded from all around them, and Storm looked up in time to see one of the platforms from the fire escape falling lose from the wall and plummeting towards them. She let herself drop, sliding down the wall until she was sitting on the ground as the massive piece of metal crashed into the guy. She knew he wouldn't be hurt, him being metal as well, but it gave her the chance to scramble away from him and run back towards where the dead end turned back onto the main alley. The blonde girl didn't run away just yet, turning to see what he would do next. She knew it wasn't smart to stay, that she should just get out of there, but at the same time she didn't want to go back out into the open. If she had to cause any more explosions, she wanted to do it where there were less things to explode, less people she could hurt.

[shady]

Dustin had almost had the girl where he had wanted her, he was almost able to finish his mission, but before he had the chance, she caused yet another series of explosions to occur. He watched through glaring eyes as she practically slide out from underneath him. Dustin turned quickly around, growling in protest, just as a fire escape that was above them crashed down on top of his head. It made a loud clanking noise and bounced off his head, only to hit him again. He stepped forward, extremely pissed off now, and sent a death glare at the blonde haired girl.

,"..you clever little bitch..,"he muttered under his breath. Dustin turned back around and out of anger ripped the fire escape down further until he had broken off a rather large wrunge from the ladder. He turned back around to face the blonde haired girl, who was still standing in the alleyway. Did she not know he was going to kill her.

,"I love how you look death right in the face without even flinching..its a major turn on.,"Dustin smirked at the girl, and looked up at her as he began to walk towards her again, his blood red eyes meeting hers.

,"Now..unless you want to do things the hard way, I would suggest you just play along, and I might go easy on you..," Dustin continued forward, switching hands that held the wrunge of the ladder because his other one was starting to burn. He glanced down at it, realising it was glowing a light red in the form of a weird scar, not knowing it was from earlier. Dustin ignored it though, and returned his gaze to the blonde haired girl, he had better things to worry about.

[Purple]

"Fuck you, jackass," she growled, not at all flattered by his "compliment." She only snorted at his offer to "go easy" on her. He had just said that she was looking death in the face, meaning he wanted to kill her. Death was death. There was no way to go easy on that. And if he was planning to beat her to death with the piece of metal from the ladder, then it was going to be painful no matter what. But if she fought, if she fought back then maybe, just maybe she had a chance. Just maybe she could come out of this, well, not dead at least.

Storms eyes ran over the alleyway, looking for something, anything that could help her, but her eyes just came back to that ladder rung. She had to get that away from him, and she wasn't sure she could pull off another falling fire escape. Hell, she wasn't sure she could pull off anything. For all she knew the next explosion could be her own shoes. However, it was all she had, and she had to try. Storm focused once more, setting off more mental bursts to trigger the explosions. There was a series of pops and a few things exploded at once. One seemed to be on his hand, he one holding the rung, or near it, and yet another was on the ground near his left foot. Another was in the hair, like a firecracker going off, and another, the biggest, caused the fallen fire escape to self-destruct, sending pieces of metal flying in all directions. Storm took that as her cue to leave and dashed out of the alleyway back the way she'd come, wondering once more, where the hell was Nate?

[lari]

Nate glared at the boy that had pushed him as he fell to the ground, willing himself to remember that face. If he remembered it, they could find him again. Find him and kill him. Or at the least get some information on the other Alphas through him. Nate caught himself with his hands, allowing his head to slam into the back of his palms instead of the concrete. Painful, but not as painful. He slowly stood up, despite his muscles scream in protest.

There was a strong, vibrant wave of irritation. Not just any annoyance, but the specific kind Nate usually compared with road rage. He looked around only to realize he was in the road and that a car, one that had been honking at him to move, was headed his way. They had intended on Nate hearing the honking and moving, but that wasn't going to happen. When they realized that the boy was not moving, there breaks, unfortunately, weren't as good enough to stop in the distance and the car was still rolling by the time it came to Nate. The deaf boy stood there in frozen shock, as the two seconds he was given wasn't enough time to react. It hit him hard, causing him to fall to the ground, but thankfully didn't go much further. Nate looked over at the wheel, inches away from where is leg had fallen. Thank you, God!

Nate pulled himself back up, using the front of the car to help him, and caught the eye of the driver. The man was sticking his head out the window, and Nate saw fragments of what he was saying. "Damn kids--what the hell--move already!" Nate limped back over to the side walk, leaning against a lamp post for support. No one seemed to try and stop him.

ASAP-New Alpha+bad Alpha. Danger. He snapped his phone shut, hoping Doc would see it soon. Doc would be able to track Nate down in a heart beat, with the mind reading powers and all. All he needed to know was that Nate was in need of tracking. The man had learned to check his text messages often, as phone calls didn't work well, obviously. But Doc wouldn't come soon enough. Sure, his apartment that they met in was only a few blocks away, but the man was old and in no hurry to do anything. A surge of surprise came from the direction of north, down the street and to the right. It was the same type of surprise that Nate felt when the two cars crashed. Maybe something exploded, surprising more people. And where there were explosions....

"Storm!" Nate yelled, running in the direction he felt the over all surprise. Running wasn't the funnest activity at the moment, but the adrenaline covered the pain. He would feel this the next morning, that was for sure.