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 Search and Rescue...Maybe, Tag: Hellion
Poirot
Posted: Jan 1 2012, 09:01 PM


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This wasn’t exactly where Elyse thought she’d end up when the day began, she decided, thinking back. She’d gotten up, showered, dressed, and headed over to the office to make herself an average cup of coffee and go over yesterday’s files. The office had been empty, so she figured Rahne and Jamie were out working already and went about her business. The morning had passed fairly quietly; she’d made some follow up calls to people she’d spoken to yesterday, did some online research, and called to check on a fax request she’d sent to get archived documents for a particular case. Most people didn’t realize that a lot of detective work was dull and involved lots and lots of research, phone calls, and being told ‘I need authorization in writing before I can release any information to a third party’. Frankly she’d gladly pay anyone who could come up with a way to send electronic shocks through the phone, just to get the smug, bureaucratic tone out of some of these people’s voices.

It was around lunchtime, and Elyse was nibbling on the last bit of the sandwich she’d brought with her when the door opened. The couple that entered had been clean, neatly dressed and looked to be middle class, in their mid-forties. Just an average man and woman. The story they told however, wasn’t average. Their sixteen year old daughter, Angie, had disappeared, and they had no idea how to find her. They would have gone to the police if it wasn’t for the fact that Angie had grown scales and flicked out a seven-inch tongue at them before disappearing. Their fear was that the police might not want to help find a mutant child, and that even if it did, it might turn into a witch hunt before it was over. Elyse found herself agreeing with them, and immediately agreed to take the case. The Tylers gave her a picture of Angie, pre-mutation, and a good enough description that Elyse was able to come up with a rough drawing of what the girl looked like now. Given that she didn’t know if the change was permanent or not, it was best to have both images on hand.

After the parents left, Elyse started making some phone calls. Discreet inquiries at the local police stations and hospitals turned up nothing, and just to be safe she called the morgues as well, but got nothing as well, which frankly was a relief. Finding a live person was always to be preferred. The next places on her list were the homeless shelters, but Elyse already knew that the people who ran those centers wouldn’t talk to just anyone over the phone; she’d have to go in person. Elyse locked up the office and hit the street. The first couple of shelters turned up nothing, but the fourth one she visited, while it still didn’t have the person she was looking for, did have an employee who took her aside and made a quiet suggestion after hearing Elyse out about how desperate the Tylers were to find their daughter. The woman told her to go to Hoyt Street Station and enter the tunnels; that she’d heard there were mutants living below the city, ones who couldn’t pass for normal and so hid themselves from the world.

Thanking the woman, Elyse went to Hoyt Street. The neighborhood wasn’t very appealing, and the subway station was even worse, but she supposed that was perfect for people who wouldn’t like crowds and wouldn’t want to draw attention. The station was relatively quiet when she entered, and ignoring the looks she got from the few people there, Elyse jumped down onto the track and started walking into the tunnel. She walked for awhile, leaving behind the lights of the station, until there were just the occasional lights of the access points that the transit employees used to service the tunnels. Rats scurried by every so often, and Elyse was disgusted to notice that some of them were the size of cats. Suppressing a shudder, she continued on, until a growing noise coming from up ahead caught her attention. It sounded like shouts, with one person crying. Elyse drew her Glock with her left hand, released the safety and advanced. Gang activity maybe? Rape? This would be the perfect place for some asshole, or group of assholes, to take a victim for a little ‘fun’. Whatever it was though, she was putting an end to it.

But what Elyse found when she arrived on the scene surprised her, though maybe it shouldn’t have, given what the woman at the shelter had told her. Two groups were having it out with each other. One seemed to be made up of your average garden-variety street punks, armed with various blunt objects and knives, while the other was made up of mutants. And not just mutants, very noticeable mutants; their differences so obvious that one couldn’t even help but stop and notice. It seemed that the woman was right; there were people down here in the tunnels. Elyse could see the sound of the crying, too. Huddled up against one wall was a young girl, or at least she’d look like a young girl if it wasn’t for the green scales and the tail that swept out behind her. The parents hadn’t mentioned the tail, but Elyse was pretty sure that was Angie Tyler. She looked scared to death, and Elyse couldn’t blame her a bit. First her body had changed, now she was caught up in the middle of a battle. The girl was definitely not having a good day.

Elyse was itching to join the fight. Idiots like these completely pissed her off; they were no better than the creeps who had nearly killed her back in Boston, and she would just love to join in and make them regret even thinking about bothering a mutant. She couldn’t do that though. Her first priority was to make sure that Angie Tyler got back to her parents safe and sound, and as she was on the other side of the area these people were in her way. Deciding to get their attention, Elyse raised her gun into the air and fired.
Hellion
Posted: Jan 1 2012, 11:44 PM


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Julian had taken a slight detour from the halls of learning and exercises focused around ordinary people who had found out that they had extraordinary powers. While to some it may have seemed like something out of comic books, which frankly it sounded like a bad sitcom, it was the life that Julian Keller now had to face every day of his life for what he imagined would be the rest of his life. These trials and tribulations weren't actually all that bad when you really thought about it. Despite having been transplanted across the country, he had found a familiar niche to fall into, and had excelled at the use of his powers. Julian had spent years perfecting the use of his powers and had achieved a decent amount of success in his quest to truly master them.

Today however had nothing to do with mutants, classrooms, or training of any type. In fact it had little to do with anything, except of course New York City. With classes out for the winter break there was only so much mulling about the school that one could do until they went crazy, and Julian had reached that point at least a week ago, which mean that this little adventure was more than over due. There wasn't really a point to it, he was mostly aimlessly wandering about people watching and just taking it all in. It was a strange experience to view flat-line humans going through their daily lives completely unaware that there were those of a superior genetic breeding all around them interacting with them in every one of their daily lives.

This wasn't always the case with those of the race Homo Superior some of their powers and abilities manifested with side effects, no fuck that idea, they simply didn't look like the baselines and that upset them. Baseline humans just couldn't accept that not everyone fit into to some lovely cardboard cut-out ideal that was created in the years preceding his father. Mutants as they were often called by the media, had overcome this obstacle and for the most part were accepting of their kin without question. Unfortunately the situation that Julian had just walked into was not the understanding friendly kind, and in fact looked like something he had seen in the history films of World War Two.

There was a group of what he presumed to be mutant haters that had surrounded a tiny mutant who appeared to have assumed some sort of reptilian form. He was unsure as to the nature of his kin but he knew that it was much smaller and upon hearing it cry out, presumed that the mutant was a female and was quite afraid of the group of men surrounding her. Suddenly Julian was hit with an overwhelming rush of rage and seemed to boil up out of the pits of his soul. He had heard of such things occurring and he had made his disgust quite vocal, but he had never actually witnessed one in person, so his reaction had caught him by complete surprise. So much so that Julian didn't even realize that he was already fifteen feet off the ground, enveloped in a bright green aura, telekinetic energy flowing off him in waves.

The group was so focused on tormenting, attacking, and possibly killing the little young mutant that they were completely oblivious to his presence at their little party. That was of course until he hurled a manhole cover with his powers into the back of one of the hate mongers, sending him flailing into the corner, possibly paralyzed. Others may have been more gentle, or come up with a different method for solving this little puzzle, but Julian was not afraid of doing what was necessary, especially when you consider that these were grown men attacking a child, and that act needed to be punished.

With one of the attackers down the young mutant realized that their lines had been broken and without so much a word she took off towards an abandoned subway entrance. Julian turned an attempted to get her attention and that was when his inexperience in dealing with real world combat situations. When the gun shot rang out, the girl paused for a moment and Julian froze, and that was when the pain zapped through his body like a lightning bolt and he fell to the ground, his side oozing blood through his clothes. The sight of the blood must have been enough to reinforce her flight response, as she took off down the subway tunnel with no regard for what was going on behind her.

Julian slowly struggled to his feet, with enough time to realize that the group attacking the girl had seemingly ignored him or assumed that he was no longer a threat. That was a mistake he would make sure they regretted. Slowly he made his way down into the tunnels following the clear path that their intrusion into this almost forgotten place had made. When he finally caught up to them he was greeted with yet another gunshot which instantly brought back the pain of his side to the forefront of his mind, yet this time not only was the source not from the gang of mutant haters. It was from someone that hadn't seemingly been involved before, Julian wasn't sure if he she was involved but she was packing heat and that just seemed to irk him. With the initial shock of the most recent gun shot, Julian became aware that there were a lot more players in this little game now and it seemed that he wasn't the only one Lizzie(as Julian had coined her in his head) had in her corner. There was a group of mutants who shared Lizzie's condition that her mutation was very much visible at all times, so their understanding of her situation and their sympathy was plain to understand. The only wild card that remained was the hot blonde with the gun, but Julian had no intention of being shot twice in one day, I mean once made him a bad ass, twice made him a dumb ass.

Without warning his body started glowing green again as he realized that those bigots now had the little girl cornered and her terrified screams could be heard for most likely miles in the tunnels.

"Does everyone in this town find it necessary to carry a fucking gun? Doesn't anyone have any other means to solve things...."

With his words trailing off, the true strength of Julian became apparent as the bricks of the very walls in the subway began shaking with the pulse of his power.
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Posted: Jan 2 2012, 12:51 AM


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The nice thing about guns was that they tended to get peoples’ attention. Not everyone’s of course, some of the combatants were just a little too into what they were doing to pay attention to anything else, but most of the people closest to the side of the area that Elyse was on stopped and looked in her direction.

”I suppose it would be too much for you to stop what you’re doing.” Elyse said, and lowering her gun, she aimed it in the direction of the group of people closest to her. And since the lack of an index finger made her primary right hand useless for pulling a trigger, she extended the next arm down through the slit in her jacket and used it to pull out her second gun. Elyse usually carried two pistols and a taser when she went out to work. She didn’t know if it could be considered too much, but having learned the hard way, she preferred to be prepared these days.

The second gun she aimed towards the next group of people over, her mutation allowing her to divide her concentration so that if someone in either group did something stupid, she could get a shot off in either direction. She then began to step around the edge of the battle, towards where Angie sat curled up on the ground.

”I just want to have a few words with the young lady over there.” Elyse said, taking another step. So far no one in the groups that had stopped made a move, but the attackers were looking rather hostile now that she’d shown herself to be a mutant, while the defenders looked a little less hostile toward her, but still wary.

Elyse hadn’t gotten very far when a kind of green glow started lighting up the area. When a male voice started ranting about guns she looked up and saw a young man hovering in the air. If this had been any other situation she would have been a little more appreciative in her glance, as he was drop dead gorgeous, but right now she was trying to get a scared sixteen-year old out of a war zone. At the same time he must have been using some other kind of power, as the entire area began shaking. That managed to do what gunfire hadn’t, and as bricks began randomly popping out of the walls, the humans gave up and began running, some dropping their weapons as they left. Some of the other mutants ran too, a couple of them stopping by Angie first and gathering her up to go with them.

”NO! Angie, don’t go!” Elyse cried out, lowering both of her weapons. ”Your mother and father hired me to find you, they’re worried sick. Please come with me.” she said.

Angie just hid her face in her hands, looking away, and the mutant that held her gave Elyse a disdainful look. ”Go away and hide what you are, pretty one.” he said, the words coming out in a hiss from the mottled skin of his face. ”Hide and be thankful that you can. The child is better off with us. We will care for her now.” And with that, he ran off with Angie down the tunnel with surprising speed, the other mutants following him. One of them stopped and shot a blast of energy up at the ceiling, causing a rain of brick and dirt to crash down, blocking the tunnel and aiding their escape.

”DAMNIT!” Elyse swore. There was no one left in the chamber now. Well, almost no one. Looking up, she could see the young man still hovering in the air.

”Are you happy now?” she demanded. She didn’t know how she was going to track Angie Tyler now. These tunnels went all over the city, and if the transit authority in New York was anything like the one in Boston, it would take forever for the damage to the tunnel to get cleared up and repaired.
Hellion
Posted: Jan 2 2012, 05:58 PM


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Julian was quickly reaching the limit of what he was able to do. He didn't know who this group of heavily mutated mutants was, nor did he want to be responsible for hurting his own kind, not when it was obvious that the common enemy among them were the baseline humans who had thought it alright to terrorize that poor girl simply because they were afraid of what she might become one day. He did however know that the wound from the gun shot wouldn't kill him, but the loss of blood was beginning to sap him of his strength, both physically and mentally, not the best combination for a telekinetic eh?

The blonde woman with the gun in her right hand, and her right hand? That was odd, but either way. Her intentions seemed to be to protect the girl as well. Which allowed Julian to divert his attention just a bit, focusing his attention on the few remaining baseline humans that still remained in the tunnels.

"Are you happy now?"

Seriously? Who was this chick, aside from being attractive and having three arms, she was either clueless or was oblivious to what was going on. The pain in his side had heightened since he had stopped hovering and was now back on tera firma. He couldn't tell if the wound was still bleeding since his shirt was pretty well soaked. Defineately not one of his better days, that was for sure.

The blast did not shock Julian in the slightest as the ceiling dropped down between the odd couple of would be hero mutants and the victimized girl with her new found friends. Now it was just him, the blonde and a mountain of rubble and she seemed pretty pissed off about at least one of the three things remaining, so Julian decided that it would be best if he solved that problem.

"Well let me see if I have the key somewhere on me.."

Putting pressure on his bloody right side, Julian reached down deep in himself and brought forth the strength needed to amass enough of his own willpower to send forth a blast of energy from his left hand slamming into the pile of rubble and sending it scattering further down the hallway. With a sigh Julian flashed a "told you so grin" at the blonde and then feel down to his knees. The last blast having sapped him of any remaining strength he might have had since the gunshot.

"Looks like I found my key, so do you have a name or should I just call you Odd Hands or Hand-Job?"

Julian's attempt at humor was a pretty sad one, but then again Julian's current health condition was currently pretty sad as well. Hopefully this blonde's good will would extend to bleeding Hellions.
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Posted: Jan 4 2012, 01:18 AM


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She turned away in disgust before he answered. Part of it was self-disgust. Yes, Elyse knew that she should have been happy that the fight was over before anyone got seriously hurt, and honestly she was, but couldn’t the guy have waited until after she reached Angie Tyler before trying to bring the place down? She brought out two more hands and started brushing dirt and brick fragments out of her hair, thinking. Maybe if she could get her hands on some good maps of the tunnels; there had to be some at City Hall, right? Maybe there was another way around to find where that tunnel went to. Of course by then Angie and her new friends would be long gone; hell, they were probably long gone by now anyway. It was better than doing nothing though.

Her attention was brought back to her immediate surroundings and the fact that she wasn’t alone by a voice and the sound of a blast. Startled, Elyse saw rock go flying and looked up at the young man who had caused the quake, or whatever it was that drove everyone away. She looked just in time to see him collapse to the ground. Looking a little closer, she also so that he was bleeding. Despite her need to continue looking for Angie, Elyse felt compelled to make sure that he was okay. She put her guns away and went over to him, kneeling down next to him.

Just as she was about to play the Good Samaritan though, he had to go ahead and ruin it by opening his mouth. Elyse gave him a dirty look, but the fact that he was wounded kept her from slugging him. Her father had told her never to hit a man while he was down.

”If it wasn’t for the fact that you’re bleeding, you’d have a black eye, buster.” she said, moving his jacket aside to take a better look at the wound. ”And it’s Elyse. I don’t need to know your name, because as soon as I get you to the hospital, you’re the doctors’ problem. They can call you John Doe for all I care. Can you get up?” she asked.
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Posted: Jan 4 2012, 01:45 AM


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"Buster?"

Who the hell did she think she was? Buster indeed. Tho she had a point, he was bleeding and they had seemingly lost the trail of the girl that they both had seemingly been attempting to rescue, and had failed miserably.

Julian reached his hand up and allowed her to help him to his feet, slowly but steadily. There was no denying that this one was altruistic to the core, not only had she taken such a serious interest in this seemingly unimportant girl, but she hadn't backed down where obviously outnumbered when she arrived. This was in no way a discredit to her obvious status as a mutant, but he was unsure the exact extent of her mutation. Aside from the six arms of course, but Julian had been around those of mutant kind, and they always were capable of surprising you in the most absurd ways.

"Well that depends, did you intend on dropping me off at the hospital before or after you found that little girl, Angie was it?"

Despite his arrogant manner, Julian was if anything a patriot when it came to his fellow mutants. Granted he would much rather curl up next to the six armed blonde standing next to him than the lizard girl they were chasing, but all the same, you didn't have to be sexy to be saved, but it helped a bit. Once he was to his feet, Julian was amazingly aware of exactly how much pain he was in and he wondered if he would be able to continue this little tunnel delving expedition.

"because if you think you're gonna just drop me off and chase after that girl alone, you've obviously taken a blow to the head....You're outnumbered, tho obviously quite handy, but still. Two are always better than one.....okay, well one and a half."

It was foolhardy, arrogant, stupid, and probably at this point, slightly suicidal. And that was just about Julian Keller in a nutshell. No one would ever accuse him of being cautious, then again, no one would ever accuse him of being a coward. Two things he was perfectly ok with.

Turning to her, waiting for an answer, he grinned that slick Cheshire cat grin of his.

"So what do you say Elyse, need a hand?"
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Posted: Jan 4 2012, 11:39 PM


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He can’t be serious… Elyse thought to herself after helping the young man up. From the amount of blood that was showing, he had a nice wound going on. Did he really think he’d be able to come along and help?

She ignored his comments…never fails, no matter how bad of a shape a guy is in, he *still* has to make hand jokes…she thought in annoyance…..and yanked his shirt up to take a look at the damage.
Apparently someone else besides her had been packing at this party, because that was definitely a gunshot wound. He’d be no help at all in this condition, and would probably just end up bleeding to death if he tried to tag along. Elyse had never run across anyone like the group of mutants who had made off with Angie, and she had no way of knowing to what lengths they’d go if they decided that they needed to defend the little girl they’d just taken in as one of their own. Being fellow mutants may mean little if that happened.

”No, you’re the one who’s had the blow to the head, if you think you’re in any kind of condition to help. We’d be down to just a half if I have to drag your ass with me.” Elyse took a look at the tunnel. He’d cleared away most of the rubble, so she’d have no trouble getting through there on her own.

”I thank you for cleaning up the mess you made, but I think I can handle it from here. The only thing you can give me a hand with is getting you back to the station so I can get you an ambulance.”
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Posted: Jan 5 2012, 01:50 AM


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Julian gritted his teeth when she once again threatened to take him to medical services before he was allowed to make sure that little Lizzie was alright. Granted Julian usually had a ulterior motive for what he did, but every once in a while he had a truly heroic moment in which his true nature shined through and this just happened to be one of them.

"About that mess? Unless you'd like it to suddenly turn into an igloo around you, so unless those extra arms of you turn you into Hulk, you're bringing me along and that is the end of it"

Granted it was a bit of a stretch given his current condition what with the blood loss and all, but even Julian wasn't sure exactly where his limits were when push came to shove. Sure the school tested them and made them push themselves, but not in conditions like this, blood wasn't spilled at the school, the training sessions weren't like real life fights, even pain was limited.

"And if that energy manipulator brings the roof down on you, then what? Gonna shoot your way through it with that gun?"

Julian didn't like acting like that much of a dick, but she was about as stubborn woman as that damn Besty Braddock, granted her cleavage made up for her bitchiness, but still, can someone really have a two week long period every two weeks?

Julian pushed himself to his feet slowly and stared the blonde women in the eyes, there was no doubt, no fear, and no hesitation behind those eyes. Julian was many things, but he was not the type to ever back down from a cause that he truly believed in. Not for this woman, not for the school, not for anyone.
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Posted: Jan 6 2012, 01:36 AM


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Elyse glared as he gave his ultimatum. Was he trying to kill himself? The man belonged in an ER, not the New York subway tunnels. Playing hero was all fine and dandy until someone got killed, and it would probably be him if he left this wound untreated. She was screwed if he decided to put all that rubble back though. As much as she hated it, she had no choice.

”Fine.” she said curtly. ”Have it your way. But if you bleed to death I refuse to be held responsible.” Actually that wasn’t true; if he died while trying to help out on this she’d feel horrible, which is why Elyse would have been much happier if he’d just agreed to be taken to the hospital like any sensible person who’d been shot would. She didn’t want that kind of guilt.

He brought up a good point about the mutants who had run off with the girl, but she had hoped to try to talk to them before it got to the point of ceilings being brought down again. Also, he may be suicidal, but there was no doubting the man’s determination, or his obvious desire to help. Elyse had no argument against what he said though, and she ran a hand through her hair in frustration. Her power was useful for herself most of the time, but against people like the ones they’d just ran across, there wasn’t a lot she could do, and she wasn’t going to fight against another mutant without a damn good reason first. So far all these people had done is tried to help Angie, which is exactly what she was trying to do.

”I was hoping to reason with them.” Elyse said, a little more calmly this time. ”I’m a private investigator; Angie’s parents hired me to find her. They’re scared to death for her and just want her to come home. I don’t want to get into a fight with anyone, especially not these people. But I need to make them understand that I’m not the bad guy.”

She looked him over again. Yeah, he was standing up straighter now, but how long would that last, before blood loss weakened him too much? She hadn’t had a chance to completely check him out, either. Was the shot a through and through or was there still a bullet inside of him?
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Posted: Jan 11 2012, 03:06 AM


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Julian was finally starting to understand this woman a bit. She was the truly heroic type; she cared for anyone who had been harmed by those who had stepped outside of the bounds of friendly society. In the little girl’s case it had been because she was judged and attacked because of it. In Julian’s case it was because he had been shot. Granted, he probably could have done something to stop it from happening, but still he was bleeding and despite the fact that she had just met him, she seemed honestly concerned for his well-being. Such pure emotion was rare amongst even the most compassionate people, let alone someone you randomly met in the sewer.

Having finally understood her motivations, Julian relaxed his aggressive personality and let he demeanor soften a bit. Looking about the tunnels through the growing cloud of dirt and dust he saw what he wanted; namely a length of pipe that would suit his purposes as something of a crutch or cane. Summoning up a bit of his strength as a telekinetic he brought the piece of pipe over to him in quick fashion and grasped it with almost perfected precision as it came into reach. Placing one end firmly in the ground and gripping the upper half of the pipe he braced himself up and began moving himself forward, deeper into the tunnels in search of the lost girl.

Julian also realized that she was a woman of her word in the few moments of back and forth that they had endured. The simple fact that after a short gun battle, a random mutant, namely Julian, bleeding; and then the ceiling caving in, just to returning a lost mutant girl to her parents, yeah this was a woman of severe personal discipline and character. The importance of those traits wasn’t lost on Julian, though he wasn’t exactly the biggest fan of simply following a cause blindly without regard to what had happened in the recent moments, but that kind of dedication was certainly something to be respected.

This whole situation was fucked and it was made even worse when the blonde woman reavealed that she was working for the young girl’s parents in an effort to bring her back. Those mutants who had taken her didn’t seem like they had any interest in letting her go back to her baseline parents. Granted Julian wouldn’t had argued with the other mutants over her parents, in regards to mutation, when it came to those who had survived and thrived with severe mutations they obviously had more experience than even Julian and in his mind it almost seemed like they might have been the best solution. The wild card factor was that Julian felt like he owed Elyse something, maybe it was because she had shown honest concern for no reason, or maybe it was her altruism, but he honestly sympathized with her, and he wanted to help her.

Looking back towards the woman while he slowly made her way forward, Julian grinned just a bit.

”You promise to not give up until we make sure that girl is safe, and I promise to die somewhere nice and quiet where you won’t have to worry or feel bad”

For once Julian wasn't being a smartass, he was simply being practical. They both wanted the girl safe and she was worried about his health. If she trusted that he would survive, perhaps they could make sure that the girl was okay and then he would worry about how much blood he had lost and where it had gone.
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Elyse watched carefully as a metal pipe flew into his grasp. Telekinesis…she thought to herself, realizing finally what his power must be. Now that would be a handy power to have; she just had to hope that he was able to keep himself together enough to use it if it became needed. She fell in step beside him as he started making his way through the tunnel. He seemed to be moving slowly but steadily, and she’d have to be content with that for now.

Apparently he was okay enough to be cracking jokes, even if they were bad ones. ”That’s not funny.” Elyse muttered when he talked about dying somewhere nice and quiet. She’d almost died somewhere nice and quiet; well, about as quiet as the average Boston alley can be. She could still almost hear the sound of the traffic going by as she’d lain there, beaten and mutilated, with a bullet put in her for good measure. It would have been too easy for her to just bleed to death, which is what her attackers had intended. It had been a couple of months since then, the bruises were gone and the bones and bullet wound had healed, but it was still too close to home and she couldn’t laugh, even if he was just trying to lighten things up.

She listened, expecting to hear the rumblings of the city above, but other than faint noises echoing at either end of the tunnel, it was relatively quiet, now that the battle had ended and the participants run off in their separate directions. It made her wonder about the group of mutants who had run off with Angie. ”Have you ever heard of these people before? Elyse asked quietly as they walked. ”I’d heard of all kinds of things supposedly living in the subway tunnels, but never people.”

What kind of life must it be, hiding down in the tunnels like this? Where did they sleep? Were any of them able to go out and keep jobs, or did they scrounge or steal for a living? The man had told her to hide what she was and be thankful, and it was obvious that he and the others in that group could not, as apparently Angie could not. And they wanted her to live down here with them.
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Funny? Really, I mean who was trying to be funny. Everyone had heard the joke that started with: So there I was balls deep in sewage... seriously, that was a classic after all. No the humor she seemed to be recognizing was anything but that. In truth he was simply using his trademarked sarcasm to mask how much pain he was in. While the bullet hadn't hit anything vital, it had definitely hurt something fierce and the loss of blood wasn't helping him feel all warm and fuzzy. Well maybe a bit fuzzy, but warm wasn't in the cards.

Her question hit a nerve and Julian had to take a breath so he didn't overreact, after-all she couldn't possibly guess his take on the whole situation and he was pretty sure that her question was something in between idle conversation and curiosity. Letting go of a slight sigh as he peered around a corner and signaled her that this was they way the group they were following had gone he finally answered her.

"They aren't people. People don't steal children away from their parents no matter how altruistic they feel they are being or whose interests they are trying to serve. Mutant or Human, once you cross that line you become one thing, and that is a monster."

Most of the school would have been stopped dead in their tracks to hear Julian speak so passionately about such matters, in particular when it involved someone that he not only didn't know, but someone who wasn't a well shaped twenty-something year old.

Without pausing for her to answer, Julian continued his rant as they ventured down the tunnels, their voices no doubt echoing off on the closed in walls that had them closed in on two sides.

"Any crime against a mutant, if its perpetrated by a baseline or another mutant is inexcusable. It is a crime against our very nature, we are Homo Superior we have evolved, we should have overcome such petty ideas as oppression. We were given our powers to set right the balance of power, the strong are to protect the weak, not prey upon them."

Julian stopped himself and realized that he was pretty sure he had crossed the line from casual conversation into preaching, and that was not something he was found of doing. Yes he had his opinions, just like every other intelligent creature on the planet, but that didn't mean that she was his captive audience to be forced to hear said opinions, especially when she had not asked for them. Allowing the silence to fill the air as he waited for her to answer there was one question that kept plaguing him as they went deeper into the tunnels. Where were the X-men? Wasn't this exactly why the school had been formed? To stop and prevent crimes against mutants or crimes done by mutants? Suddenly a lot of what he had learned over the past few years came into question.
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Elyse couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She’d heard mutants called many things, both back home in Boston and here, but little of it had ever been positive, and never had she heard anyone refer to them as being superior. Ever since her mutation had developed, it had been something to hide, to be ashamed of. She’d grown to like what she could do with her ability, the advantages it gave her in some things, but she was always afraid of the consequences of discovery. The fear and distrust of her fellow officers had caused her to quit the police department, and then the pure hatred she’d experienced from the men who attacked her only increased her discomfort with showing what she was. So it was a little odd to hear such strong opinions about mutants that weren’t negative.

She had to agree with him about the people who made off with Angie. Even if it seemed like she wanted to go with them, or at least hadn’t tried to stop them from taking her, she’d just been through two very traumatic experiences; discovering she was a mutant and being attacked for it, and there was no way the girl could be thinking straight right now. She needed the chance to talk to her parents about what was going on. Plus there was the additional factor of her still being a minor. Elyse wasn’t a cop anymore; she couldn’t just arrest them all for kidnapping. There was always citizen’s arrest, but somehow she just didn’t see these people going for that.

The young man grew silent, and Elyse considered his words. His belief in them was obvious, and she was a little envious of his confidence. ”You sound so sure of why this happens to us, that it’s not just a fluke of nature.” …that we’re not freaks.. she thought to herself as they walked.”So God wants us to be heroes then? Not a bad idea, I guess, but it would’ve been nice for him to say something about it at some point.”
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Heroes, its a funny word. They were nothing more than opportunists and Julian knew this without question. They were beings who simply happen to be at the right place in the right time and did the right thing. Granted that sounded like something that took effort, but in truth it was simply timing and anyone who had every truly been in a bad situation knew that. They were the people who felt they deserved something based on a simple notion that people were granted more based on what they had done in their lives without any real introspection about their own.

Julian had never considered himself to be one, but that also had a lot to do with the fact that Julian didn't subscribe to the concept of heroes as most of the world did. Having super powers and wearing tights didn't make you a hero, it just meant that you had some sort of advantage over the rest of the populace and it was more what you did with that advantage that made you a hero or not.

"God is a crutch for those who are too afraid to take hold of their own destiny and accept responsibility for their choices."

Julian paused for a moment as the faint echos of a child's voice could be heard up ahead of them. It seemed that they had either caught up to them or found the place that the other mutants had been living at.

"You willing to do what it takes to bring that girl home to her parents?"

It seemed like a simple question and yet there was a lot unsaid within those words. The truth of the matter was that someone might die here today and that was a truth that Julian and Elyse were going to have to be able to live with. The conviction of the others had already been shown, now it was a matter for the two unlikely allies to decide if their conviction was strong enough to fuel their desire to bring that girl back to her parents.
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If Elyse had been asked, she would have said that her definition of a hero was a little different than that of her companion, whose name she still hadn’t gotten. It wasn’t necessarily having powers, or some other kind of advantage over others. A hero saw a problem and fixed it; they did what was right, no matter what it might cost them personally. She saw them every day while growing up. Her father and his fellow officers, and those with similar duties; they were her heroes. She’d attended award ceremonies for those who stood out, and funeral services for those who had fallen. She understood the risks involved in being a hero, and that people did it anyway, knowing those risks, made her appreciate them even more.

”So you don’t think there was reason behind this whole mutation business; that it just happened?” Elyse asked, with no censure in her tone, just curiosity. Despite being what she considered a semi-practicing Catholic, she usually didn’t judge others for their beliefs, and with the progress made in science, understood how atheism would make sense to some. ”By the way, what’s your name?” Despite what she’d said earlier, now that they were going into this together, she didn’t feel right calling him ‘hey you’ or even ‘John Doe’.

They continued on and as they walked down the tunnel, Elyse could hear sounds off in the distance. It seemed that they were getting closer, and she slipped one of her lower hands down to check that the safeties on both guns were off. The young man’s next question threw her off a little, although she supposed she shouldn’t have been surprised, given that they seemed to be reaching their goal. There wasn’t anything in his tone that she could use to determine how he meant that question; if this had been her early days back in Boston it would have been meant as a doubt to whether a female officer could step into a man’s shoes. This man so far hadn’t given any indication that he had those types of prejudices though.

”I was a police officer in Boston; I have had to kill in the line of duty before.” Elyse said. ”And kidnapping is kidnapping; whether they’re mutants or not, if the situation calls for it, I will do what’s necessary. I’d like to avoid that though if possible.” She then glanced at her companion. ”What about you? Have you taken someone’s life before? Do you think you could live with it afterwards if you do? Even if you’re perfectly justified, if there’s nothing else you could have done, it’s not an easy thing to live with.”

She still remembered the incident; a burglary gone wrong. She remembered feeling sick seeing the body of the culprit on the ground, knowing she had put them there. Elyse had gone to her parents’ house, spent the evening talking to her father, and even after being assured that she’d done the right thing, and knowing she could and would do it again if necessary, it was something that weighed on the mind.
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