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Riley sat on the ground, his legs crossed, eyes closed. Around him the dirt and sand started to swirl around him, rising a few inches off the ground. Small pebbles rose even higher, orbiting him like small planets, around a sun. Finally, three man-sized boulders lifted off the ground, and simply floated twelve feet off in the air.
Riley continued to sit, focused on all that was around him, beads of sweat started to roll down his face after five minutes, after ten minutes he was drenched. After thirteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds his eyes slammed open, he jumped up off his feet, and with a scream, he thrust both of his palms towards the forest on his right. All of the Earth around him stopped moving for a brief moment, then it all flew towards the forest at an intense speed, one of the boulders knocked down a sapling.
Riley wiped his brow and smiled slightly to himself, "Two seconds longer than yesterday." Suddenly, he heard a noise a above him, it was one he had never heard before. He looked up and saw a black machine, with a halo above it, flying off over the mountain. It had a tail, which had a sideways halo on it. The tail also had some letters painted on it. Riley scratched his head and thought for a moment, "What the Hell is a Gic?"
Riley continued to sit, focused on all that was around him, beads of sweat started to roll down his face after five minutes, after ten minutes he was drenched. After thirteen minutes and twenty-seven seconds his eyes slammed open, he jumped up off his feet, and with a scream, he thrust both of his palms towards the forest on his right. All of the Earth around him stopped moving for a brief moment, then it all flew towards the forest at an intense speed, one of the boulders knocked down a sapling.
Riley wiped his brow and smiled slightly to himself, "Two seconds longer than yesterday." Suddenly, he heard a noise a above him, it was one he had never heard before. He looked up and saw a black machine, with a halo above it, flying off over the mountain. It had a tail, which had a sideways halo on it. The tail also had some letters painted on it. Riley scratched his head and thought for a moment, "What the Hell is a Gic?"
Brandon sat in his room with his electric pack in front of him. Focusing on the pack he held out his hand and felt the power rush through his arm. Now he had enough energy for a small blast. He pointed to a target he had set up and fired a bolt towards the center. The electric charge went through the center and hit the brick behind it. "Clean shot." Brandon said smiling.
Laying out in the garden, Karen smiled up at the sun. It gave the planet life and warmth, well it did when the clouds weren't blocking it. She hated the clouds, they reminded her of that dark room and she'd never return to it again.
Karen unbuttoned and slid off her black jacket to get a "tan" as she called it, but in reality she was just regaining energy she'd lost overnight using her hand as a reading light. She giggled at the thought of what a man had said the day before, "darlin' your dazzlingly beautiful," he'd slurred, "what's your name anyway sweetie?" he asked just about falling over. She was about to answer before the man fell over being sick, instead of waiting for a chance, Karen bounded away gleefully at the compliment even if it was from drunken lips.
Closing her eyes and falling away into a light sleep and watching the colours bounce around on the inside of her eyelids. The shapes and colours she'd never seen before amazed her, she snapped out of the daze when she heard a familiar buzz. One of the GIC choppers had returned for another patrol of the area, Karen focused to keep all the energy contained within her so she didn't draw it's attention.
Karen unbuttoned and slid off her black jacket to get a "tan" as she called it, but in reality she was just regaining energy she'd lost overnight using her hand as a reading light. She giggled at the thought of what a man had said the day before, "darlin' your dazzlingly beautiful," he'd slurred, "what's your name anyway sweetie?" he asked just about falling over. She was about to answer before the man fell over being sick, instead of waiting for a chance, Karen bounded away gleefully at the compliment even if it was from drunken lips.
Closing her eyes and falling away into a light sleep and watching the colours bounce around on the inside of her eyelids. The shapes and colours she'd never seen before amazed her, she snapped out of the daze when she heard a familiar buzz. One of the GIC choppers had returned for another patrol of the area, Karen focused to keep all the energy contained within her so she didn't draw it's attention.
Smallish opening post for me.
New York, New York. Great city. Especially for those trying to hide. Ivory smiled at her personal paradox. She had a power just waiting to kill, and a wielder just as willing to kill as her power, yet she was forced to hold back in public. How many times she had walked down the street, seen these shallow women worried about their ass, and these shallow men worried about the woman's assets. How often she had wanted to just freeze a puddle into a sword and start slicing. But if she did, the GIC would kill her. And she no intention of ending her story just yet. Now, going out at night occasionally and killing a mugger...that was a different story, as long as she didn't overdo it. No weapon, and there was just another mishap on the streets of a dangerous city.
She laughed quietly at another bit of irony that occurred to her. The police assumed there was a lucky woman who had managed to overpower these criminals and use their own weapons against them. In a way, that was exactly what had happened. She made sure her weapons were, at least until ballistics came in, the same as the weapons the mugger owned. As such, they would hardly consider a woman, six feet tall and tipping the scales at a huge 140 pounds, a likely suspect. They would never catch her. And by the time they would suspect her, she'd be ready to take them all on.
She leaned back in the shadows, watching an annoying GIC chopper fly past. She held up an open hand until the chopper passed, then lowered all but one of her fingers. Some day, she would be pleased to take them all on. Until then...She stretched, then went inside, heading to the lobby of her apartment building and walking down the street. Two weeks...surely a long enough time between killings.
She laughed quietly at another bit of irony that occurred to her. The police assumed there was a lucky woman who had managed to overpower these criminals and use their own weapons against them. In a way, that was exactly what had happened. She made sure her weapons were, at least until ballistics came in, the same as the weapons the mugger owned. As such, they would hardly consider a woman, six feet tall and tipping the scales at a huge 140 pounds, a likely suspect. They would never catch her. And by the time they would suspect her, she'd be ready to take them all on.
She leaned back in the shadows, watching an annoying GIC chopper fly past. She held up an open hand until the chopper passed, then lowered all but one of her fingers. Some day, she would be pleased to take them all on. Until then...She stretched, then went inside, heading to the lobby of her apartment building and walking down the street. Two weeks...surely a long enough time between killings.
James was walking down in Manhatten and taking in all the sights he saw. He saw the skyscrappers, he saw the taxis and he saw the happy people, the people whom were ignorant to the war that was going on all around them. He sighed, every day he heard news of new attacks, new retaliations and new massaucres. James saw wanted posters all around him, Infected who were considered terrorists by everyone. He knew GIC had plastered them on the walls of every major city on earth. He was sadden when he saw Brood members grouped in together with Hive terrorists on the posters. Evidentally CIG didn't care which faction you belonged to if you were infected.
"Probably don't want people to kow that some of us are just trying to live life" he scoffed
He pull out his wallet and looked at the picture he kept inside, in it he saw a photo of himself, his wife and his kids. The picture it's self was more than five years old. He checked the date on his watch. It was Augest 24, the date when he got his powers. James missed his family and had to fight the temptation to visit them every time this date came around. He imagined his children groing up without him, but he knew he could stay with them, CIG would kill them all if they made contact with him
James passed by a wanted poster of him self. He stoped to gaze at the artist description of himself, as well as to see if CIG had any new information on him.
WANTED: DELTA
Wanted in connection with HIVE related terrorist activities. Belived to be a high ranking member of the organization
If you have any information please contact CIG
Reward for information leading to the capture of this dangerous individual $1,000,000
He couldn't hep but laugh. The artist description made him look like a cross between the Unabomber and a grizzly bear. After regaining himself, he frowned at the poster.
"I'm not HIVE you dumbasses" he muttered
James then walked down the street towards the bar, he had to meet a contact
"Probably don't want people to kow that some of us are just trying to live life" he scoffed
He pull out his wallet and looked at the picture he kept inside, in it he saw a photo of himself, his wife and his kids. The picture it's self was more than five years old. He checked the date on his watch. It was Augest 24, the date when he got his powers. James missed his family and had to fight the temptation to visit them every time this date came around. He imagined his children groing up without him, but he knew he could stay with them, CIG would kill them all if they made contact with him
James passed by a wanted poster of him self. He stoped to gaze at the artist description of himself, as well as to see if CIG had any new information on him.
WANTED: DELTA
Wanted in connection with HIVE related terrorist activities. Belived to be a high ranking member of the organization
If you have any information please contact CIG
Reward for information leading to the capture of this dangerous individual $1,000,000
He couldn't hep but laugh. The artist description made him look like a cross between the Unabomber and a grizzly bear. After regaining himself, he frowned at the poster.
"I'm not HIVE you dumbasses" he muttered
James then walked down the street towards the bar, he had to meet a contact
Eric sat in a GIC helicopter flying above New York city.
He was geared up in full armor, and carrying a sniper rifle. If one was perceptive enough, they would notice the words stenciled on the side.
Curing the infection, one bullet at a time.
He sighed. It was a slow day in his area, and he was left with nothing to do but sit in a patrol chopper and be ready in case something happened.
He dreamed of a day when the infected would all lie dead, and peace would finally reign. Sure, a few innocents would die, but those damn mutants didn't seem to care about that when they killed his family.
No, the infected were too dangerous to be left alive. He would see to it that they weren't.
He checked his gun for the eighth time.
He was geared up in full armor, and carrying a sniper rifle. If one was perceptive enough, they would notice the words stenciled on the side.
Curing the infection, one bullet at a time.
He sighed. It was a slow day in his area, and he was left with nothing to do but sit in a patrol chopper and be ready in case something happened.
He dreamed of a day when the infected would all lie dead, and peace would finally reign. Sure, a few innocents would die, but those damn mutants didn't seem to care about that when they killed his family.
No, the infected were too dangerous to be left alive. He would see to it that they weren't.
He checked his gun for the eighth time.
A G.I.C. chopper flew over New York at midnight as Sydney sat there reading the newspaper occasionally glancing around the pages to check up on his latest catch. Bound up in the back of the chopper the prisoner had begun to wake up from his beating. Sydney folded up his paper and moved towards the back.
"Hey there," Sydney said to the prisoner "You up yet?" The prisoner briefly stood up for a moment before falling over from the pain the bullets in his knees caused. Soon the prisoner started floating up to the top of the chopper. One of the other agents nearby drew his gun out of the holster and pointed it at him; Sydney stretched out his arms and started pushing the other mans hands down. "If you just use that on him you'll only make it harder for ourselves, after all the man knows how to make pretty powerful magnetic field and those bullets like the ceiling are probably made out of iron. Plus I'd like to keep my "Always Alive" record intact."
The prisoner stayed fastened to new position on the ceiling slowly inching his way to the middle of the cabin. When he got to the middle of shimmied around a bit forcing the wallet out of his pocket.
"Would you mind grabbing that for me?" the prisoner asked looking at the other agent. The agent moved out to directly underneath him bending over to pick up his wallet.
The prisoner closed his eyes and began concentrating his head starting to violently shake against the cabin ceiling. Sydney first to grasp the situation shouted out to other agent, but it was too late. The bullets inside the prisoner's knees shot out nailing the agent through the head. Suddenly the doors on the side of the cabin flung open and the prisoner took the exit presenting itself and jumped down to the streets below. Sydney looked out through the side of the chopper in disbelief.
"I can't tell if I'm more pissed off or impressed right now." Sydney than calmly walked over to the cockpit telling the pilot to take it down.
"Why should I?," the pilot asked. "The man's probably down there in 2 dimensions against the pavement!"
"The man can create a magnetic field." Sydney started. "He's probably down in there 3 dimensions hanging onto the underside of a fire escape of an apartment complex laughing to himself right now." The chopper started descending to the city below. Sydney got out of the chopper on the top of a building overlooking Times Square and walked down to the streets below to begin his hunt again.
"Hey there," Sydney said to the prisoner "You up yet?" The prisoner briefly stood up for a moment before falling over from the pain the bullets in his knees caused. Soon the prisoner started floating up to the top of the chopper. One of the other agents nearby drew his gun out of the holster and pointed it at him; Sydney stretched out his arms and started pushing the other mans hands down. "If you just use that on him you'll only make it harder for ourselves, after all the man knows how to make pretty powerful magnetic field and those bullets like the ceiling are probably made out of iron. Plus I'd like to keep my "Always Alive" record intact."
The prisoner stayed fastened to new position on the ceiling slowly inching his way to the middle of the cabin. When he got to the middle of shimmied around a bit forcing the wallet out of his pocket.
"Would you mind grabbing that for me?" the prisoner asked looking at the other agent. The agent moved out to directly underneath him bending over to pick up his wallet.
The prisoner closed his eyes and began concentrating his head starting to violently shake against the cabin ceiling. Sydney first to grasp the situation shouted out to other agent, but it was too late. The bullets inside the prisoner's knees shot out nailing the agent through the head. Suddenly the doors on the side of the cabin flung open and the prisoner took the exit presenting itself and jumped down to the streets below. Sydney looked out through the side of the chopper in disbelief.
"I can't tell if I'm more pissed off or impressed right now." Sydney than calmly walked over to the cockpit telling the pilot to take it down.
"Why should I?," the pilot asked. "The man's probably down there in 2 dimensions against the pavement!"
"The man can create a magnetic field." Sydney started. "He's probably down in there 3 dimensions hanging onto the underside of a fire escape of an apartment complex laughing to himself right now." The chopper started descending to the city below. Sydney got out of the chopper on the top of a building overlooking Times Square and walked down to the streets below to begin his hunt again.
This chopper comes in about 6 hours after the one posted above
It's funny because we both started in similar locations and it took me too long to write mine for yours to show up, and I have to alter the time my story takes place.MasterSqueak said:
Emily laid back in her chair and looked outside of the window that overlooked Manhattan. The skyscrapers stood tall. The lights in many of the buildings were still on, signifying that many people were still working. She'd only been in the city a few months but was already used to the flashing lights and never ending night life.
Rising from the chair she walked to the front door. Before exiting her high rise apartment she grabbed her leather jacket off the coat rack and walked down the streets of the city. Turning down streets, and walking down alleyways she finally ended up in Midtown Manhattan. Walking a few more blocks she was exactly where she wanted to be, at the junction of Broadway and Seventh Avenue, otherwise known as Time Square.
It was busy, as usual, though since it was beginning to get warmer most of the pedestrians were tourist. Looking up at the JumboTron it flashed how many days were left until summer.
"Thirty-one."
The wind blew from all directions and Emily couldn't help but smile. After all, she was able to manipulate air. The element that was almost everywhere. It let her leap from buildings, slice through certain materials, force people back hundreds of feet, and even let her hover for short periods of time. To her it was the perfect element.
Looking at her hand she felt tempted to use her abilities, but quickly pushed the thoughts from her mind as a GIC helicopter flew threw the square.
They won't be able to find me. Not now at least. This cities population is 1,634,795 and growing.
Emily smiled and waved at the chopper as it flew upwards into the sky.
Good luck finding me you sons of bitches.
Rising from the chair she walked to the front door. Before exiting her high rise apartment she grabbed her leather jacket off the coat rack and walked down the streets of the city. Turning down streets, and walking down alleyways she finally ended up in Midtown Manhattan. Walking a few more blocks she was exactly where she wanted to be, at the junction of Broadway and Seventh Avenue, otherwise known as Time Square.
It was busy, as usual, though since it was beginning to get warmer most of the pedestrians were tourist. Looking up at the JumboTron it flashed how many days were left until summer.
"Thirty-one."
The wind blew from all directions and Emily couldn't help but smile. After all, she was able to manipulate air. The element that was almost everywhere. It let her leap from buildings, slice through certain materials, force people back hundreds of feet, and even let her hover for short periods of time. To her it was the perfect element.
Looking at her hand she felt tempted to use her abilities, but quickly pushed the thoughts from her mind as a GIC helicopter flew threw the square.
They won't be able to find me. Not now at least. This cities population is 1,634,795 and growing.
Emily smiled and waved at the chopper as it flew upwards into the sky.
Good luck finding me you sons of bitches.
Ha! I just realized that everyones stories blended together without most of us not even knowing, also that most of us are in New York. XD
Guy Ritchie & Quentin Tarantino are reading this just waiting for something to pen.ae86gamer said:
James reached the bar and sat down on a stool
"Scotch on the rock please" he asked the bartender. Soon he was siping the bittersweet drink
After a few minutes a man sat down next to him
"Delta I presume" He offered his hand.
"Yes I'am and I assume you are my contact?"
"Yes I'am" the man replied "Listen, the shipment you guys requested is in the city, it's in an apartment by Times Square. I assume you won't have any troble transporting it?"
"No not problem at all" James reached into his jacket and handed the man an envolope "Here is your payment, go buy somthing nice"
The man handed him a key and promply left
James finished his drink with one gulp and left the bar.
"Time to visit Times Square" he tought.
"Scotch on the rock please" he asked the bartender. Soon he was siping the bittersweet drink
After a few minutes a man sat down next to him
"Delta I presume" He offered his hand.
"Yes I'am and I assume you are my contact?"
"Yes I'am" the man replied "Listen, the shipment you guys requested is in the city, it's in an apartment by Times Square. I assume you won't have any troble transporting it?"
"No not problem at all" James reached into his jacket and handed the man an envolope "Here is your payment, go buy somthing nice"
The man handed him a key and promply left
James finished his drink with one gulp and left the bar.
"Time to visit Times Square" he tought.
ljd184 - There is always room for one more
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"Run! Fucking Run!"
Erik couldn't tell if the voice was his own subconscious or a fellow operative yelling at him through his headset, but he knew by now not to question either. Erik abandoned his attempts to pick a lock on the back door of a GIC building and started running, only just getting through the fence when the same door burst open with several heavily armored GIC soldiers. The soldiers opened fire on sight but Erik knew a few tricks to cover himself, mainly ducking, rolling, and stretching out the chain link fence into a solid wall so they couldn't find him. Erik took cover behind a tree when he believed to be a safe distance, "Everyone check in, then tell me how the hell they knew we were here."
"Everyone is alive Red, Typhoon got hit in the arm but he'll survive, from what we gathered during the confusion the gate guard hit a alarm before we took him out."
Erik cursed under his breath. He hated working with the new recruits, something always went wrong and he always was blamed for it. "Fall back to the Chicago outpost, I'll cover our tracks." Erik barks into his head set and watches as his team runs for a Jeep hidden in the trees nearby. Erik reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handful of nails and holds one up like a throwing dart, the first GIC soldier comes through the gate and with the flick of his wrist Erik sends the nail flying through the air, nailing the soldier perfectly in the neck. Erik continues to snipe the GIC soldiers as the recruits peel out and zoom out of sight, when the taillights had faded into the distance and he was sure they weren't sending a chopper after them Erik pocketed the nails in his hand and started the long trek back to base.
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"Run! Fucking Run!"
Erik couldn't tell if the voice was his own subconscious or a fellow operative yelling at him through his headset, but he knew by now not to question either. Erik abandoned his attempts to pick a lock on the back door of a GIC building and started running, only just getting through the fence when the same door burst open with several heavily armored GIC soldiers. The soldiers opened fire on sight but Erik knew a few tricks to cover himself, mainly ducking, rolling, and stretching out the chain link fence into a solid wall so they couldn't find him. Erik took cover behind a tree when he believed to be a safe distance, "Everyone check in, then tell me how the hell they knew we were here."
"Everyone is alive Red, Typhoon got hit in the arm but he'll survive, from what we gathered during the confusion the gate guard hit a alarm before we took him out."
Erik cursed under his breath. He hated working with the new recruits, something always went wrong and he always was blamed for it. "Fall back to the Chicago outpost, I'll cover our tracks." Erik barks into his head set and watches as his team runs for a Jeep hidden in the trees nearby. Erik reaches into his pocket and pulls out a handful of nails and holds one up like a throwing dart, the first GIC soldier comes through the gate and with the flick of his wrist Erik sends the nail flying through the air, nailing the soldier perfectly in the neck. Erik continues to snipe the GIC soldiers as the recruits peel out and zoom out of sight, when the taillights had faded into the distance and he was sure they weren't sending a chopper after them Erik pocketed the nails in his hand and started the long trek back to base.
The sun was setting over the mountainside. Riley dumped some firewood into his wood stove and went back to eating a stew filled with assorted meats and vegetables. He raised his spoon up stopping inches away from his face. He heard something. Footsteps. About six people. He continued to eat his stew.
Just kids messing around in the mountains, damn city punks.
The footsteps got louder. The kids were running... in formation. They started to circle the cabin. Riley scowled, pranksters wanting to mess with the mountain man. He stood up, placing his spoon back into the bowl. He walked towards his door, took a deep breath, then slammed it open. "You dammed kids want to see the Appalachian Mountain Man, while here I am!" He thrust his arms upwards, hundreds of pebbles launched into the sky. "I'll count to three, then you punks get skulls filled with more rocks than you could ever count!"
He waited a few seconds, "ONE."
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They're not moving Riley.
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"TWO."
...
Was that a rifle cocking?
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"Thr-" A piercing noise shot through the night, a dart lodged itself into Riley's neck. He gasped for air, then fell to his knees. He slammed his palms downwards, the rocks followed suit, shouts filled the night air, along with the sound of breaking glass and kevlar tearing. There was silence for a few seconds. Riley's head hit the dirt, along with the heads of six G.I.C. field agents. The only difference being Riley didn't have a pool of blood forming around his.
Just kids messing around in the mountains, damn city punks.
The footsteps got louder. The kids were running... in formation. They started to circle the cabin. Riley scowled, pranksters wanting to mess with the mountain man. He stood up, placing his spoon back into the bowl. He walked towards his door, took a deep breath, then slammed it open. "You dammed kids want to see the Appalachian Mountain Man, while here I am!" He thrust his arms upwards, hundreds of pebbles launched into the sky. "I'll count to three, then you punks get skulls filled with more rocks than you could ever count!"
He waited a few seconds, "ONE."
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They're not moving Riley.
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"TWO."
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Was that a rifle cocking?
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"Thr-" A piercing noise shot through the night, a dart lodged itself into Riley's neck. He gasped for air, then fell to his knees. He slammed his palms downwards, the rocks followed suit, shouts filled the night air, along with the sound of breaking glass and kevlar tearing. There was silence for a few seconds. Riley's head hit the dirt, along with the heads of six G.I.C. field agents. The only difference being Riley didn't have a pool of blood forming around his.
James walked through Times Square. All the people were busling about, doing their own thing. Eventually James came to an apartment block near the nend of Times Square.
Climbing the stairs to the top floor, James took the key that was given to him and used it on the door. A small microphone poped out of the door and said in a robotic voice
"Voiceprint and password required please"
"Delta X148" James said into the small device
The door opened infornt of him and James walked into the room, it contained several small containers. James opened the nearest one to check its contents. Indie were a bunch of small wireless earbuds that functioned as radios. These were used by the Brood the communicate with other members. These were top of the line, only GIC produced them, and occasionally the Brood had to steal them from one of their bases"
"James taped his own earbud and said"This is Delta, I have the packages"
Climbing the stairs to the top floor, James took the key that was given to him and used it on the door. A small microphone poped out of the door and said in a robotic voice
"Voiceprint and password required please"
"Delta X148" James said into the small device
The door opened infornt of him and James walked into the room, it contained several small containers. James opened the nearest one to check its contents. Indie were a bunch of small wireless earbuds that functioned as radios. These were used by the Brood the communicate with other members. These were top of the line, only GIC produced them, and occasionally the Brood had to steal them from one of their bases"
"James taped his own earbud and said"This is Delta, I have the packages"
It's funny how easy it is to spot a GIC soldier, they advertise there presence even outside of their uniforms. He saw the anti-mutant tattoos, the bold black letters that spelled out G.I.C. above a mutant skull. They are so stupid, no wonder they can't find us. Kyle Guderian sifted through the crowd at the bar headed towards the ring erected in its center. The G.I.C. soldier was already waiting in the red corner, his chest and arms only covered by his many tattoos.
Kyle pulled off his hoodie, pulled off his under shit, and leaped over the top ropes into the ring. 'Krieg was sober and dead set on the soldier. The poor bastard didn't even know what he was in for. The soldier lumbered forward with a stagger that betrayed over confidence, and let fly a powerful right hook. If 'Krieg was any one else he would have been on his ass, out cold, but he was a mutant, and the soldier played right into his hand. The punch looked like it connected, every one in the audience thought it had, only Kyle knew what really happened, the fist stopped a hairs breath from his skin, to close to run paper through it. As his fist stopped, all it's kinetic energy transfered over to 'Krieg, and was instantly redirected to his fists. He wanted to pummel this soldier before he finished him off.
Kyle let off a barrage of quick punches, each one aided by some of the force he stole from the soldiers punch, each punch gaining a little bit of kinetic force. The soldier tried desperately to fight back, and to his credit he had some punches that should have landed, but he was only fueling the machine now. As soon as it began it was over. One solid punch to the solarplex, a right upper cut that broke the soldier's sternum. To every one in attendance it looked like a normal and exciting fight. They were not aware that they had just witnessed a mutant use his power, and the soldier would be out of work for a while. That is if he didn't die later that night.
Kyle accepted his hundred dollar prize, put his clothes back on and walked out of the bar like nothing happened.
Kyle pulled off his hoodie, pulled off his under shit, and leaped over the top ropes into the ring. 'Krieg was sober and dead set on the soldier. The poor bastard didn't even know what he was in for. The soldier lumbered forward with a stagger that betrayed over confidence, and let fly a powerful right hook. If 'Krieg was any one else he would have been on his ass, out cold, but he was a mutant, and the soldier played right into his hand. The punch looked like it connected, every one in the audience thought it had, only Kyle knew what really happened, the fist stopped a hairs breath from his skin, to close to run paper through it. As his fist stopped, all it's kinetic energy transfered over to 'Krieg, and was instantly redirected to his fists. He wanted to pummel this soldier before he finished him off.
Kyle let off a barrage of quick punches, each one aided by some of the force he stole from the soldiers punch, each punch gaining a little bit of kinetic force. The soldier tried desperately to fight back, and to his credit he had some punches that should have landed, but he was only fueling the machine now. As soon as it began it was over. One solid punch to the solarplex, a right upper cut that broke the soldier's sternum. To every one in attendance it looked like a normal and exciting fight. They were not aware that they had just witnessed a mutant use his power, and the soldier would be out of work for a while. That is if he didn't die later that night.
Kyle accepted his hundred dollar prize, put his clothes back on and walked out of the bar like nothing happened.