DJ looked around the shelter at everyone, curiously observing each one, trying to pick the mutants out of the crowd.Someone with a forked tongue..A girl with blue skin..Someone sort of playing with a fire and manipulating it into shapes to impress the women around him..He smiled.Somewhere safe..He just hoped not many people had electronic items of any kind on them, or even static in their clothing.He didn't want to lose control again.

Especially now that he knew what kind of mutants would go after him if he did anything funny.He tried to focus on his music to get that man out of his mind.God, what was that guy, seven foot two?Oh, and now he started other rather tall mutants. Great.He was only a few inches above five feet in a crowd of giants.Just great, he felt like some kind of snack.Tiny, scared and feeling like he could be eaten any moment.

Even though he was around his kind, his kind scared him.Any other electricity-controlling mutant, or worse, a mutant controlling water, and his powers would go haywire and probably would kill something or someone."Maybe I should leave..My stomach won't shut the hell up, but I don't want to end up in a stomach..Or on tv, as a murderer.." Devin thought, shivering a little.

"I blew a hole the size of a softball through a guys chest... turned another one into pudding... i probably should've been smarter about it but they had to touch her..." He shook his head in disbelief. "...i'm such a fucking idiot" He laughed alittle and rubbed his forehead as he switched the songs on his ipod, maybe alittle eminem, sure he had beef with the clowns but daniel didnt care if two musicians couldnt get along. "...so, what kind of music do you listen to sir?"

Marsha didn't wait for the large regular to leave the video store; she quietly locked the cash register and shut down the computers. Just go home, make sure the torches and pitchforks are to a minimum and then several stiff drinks. she thought as she took a ring of keys out of her pocket and locked up the managers office and flicked off the lights. She then grabbed handfulls of empty bottles and shoved them into the trashcan; hell she'd deal with them the next time she was on shift...if there was a next time. She looked up at the man as she grabbed her coat from the back of the chair. "If you'll excuse me..." She said nodding her head towards the door.

"..Yea, yea, killed some dude, whatever. To be honest, I don't give a shit about any punks you took out or whatever bitches you're chasin' after." He was grinning as if he was friendly with him, resting his hands in his pocket, his cig on the end of his lip, "The less I know the better; case I do a bad job and some police man gets his hands on ya, understand?"

He thought on the kid's question a minute, scratching at his neck, and closing his eyes. "Eh, mostly old shit. Got a vinyl player back in my shit-hole appartment, a few tapes and CDs for the stuff that don't come on vinyls. Nuthin' an apple slave like yerself might listen to. Hendrix, Pixies, Sex Pistols..." He shrugged it off. To David, anyone who had an i-pod was an Apple Slave. They sold their soul to Steve Jobs, in exchange for sucky, over refined pop music and "rock" that was hardly any better than listening to a cat in heat yowling.

"Yea...nuthin' personal against ya."

Daniel laughed and nodded his head "Apple slave... fair assesment, Although i do have quite abit of hendrix in here. His guitar riffs can do amazing things when applied correctly... i prefer this quaint little box because it wouldnt be terribly easy to carry a turntable and a boombox around with me... but i'll have to remember to check out those other bands you mentioned."

"you wont have to worry about anyone getting their hands on me... i've got my head on straight this time... another good use of this thing is playing soundwaves that cant be directly heard but can fuck people up in more subtle ways than just ripping them apart." He flipped to a different playlist and hit play and then he concentrated his attention to a table and it began to shake violently with the resonating wave of sound hitting it. "i can cause optical illusions, render someone violently ill... its why i study sound, not just music"

"Mmhmm, yea, kid, great. I can set bitches on FIRE." He said, trying to keep his superiority clear in front of this kid. He checked his watch, scowling and looking back to the door...she didn't say he couldn't drag the kid places, "...Ever been ta a fight club, kid?" He asked, ignoring his long sting of explanations and getting a pretty sweet idea. "You could pass for legal..."

"you know... i like where your head is at, but theres still the small matter of a bulletholes i need to heal up. But by all means if you have to be somewhere then go ahead, trust me i'll be just fine here..." Another other day he would've jumped at the chance to try out some of the things he was working on but he was still sore as all hell with those holes in him. Sure would be nice if there was a healer around...

Cael was running as fast as he cold trying to escape his captors. There were three large men wearing white uniforms with batons on there belts. He tried every door he came across nut he only seemed to go deeper and deeper into the mental institution. Turning down a hall and entered the only door that was open he found himself at a dead end in a padded room. Panicking whipped around and ran for the door and was hit in the face by one of the men in while with a baton. He was then put in a straight jacket and left laying on the floor and locked into the padded room. He was fighting against the restraints while yelling. While he was fighting his bonds he kept hearing “Cael wake up.” He was panicking looking around for the source of the voice. It sounded like his sister but he wasn’t sure “Cael wake up.” All of the sudden he was being nudged and then he heard an ear splitting yell “CAEL WAKE UP!”

He jolted straight up this time avoiding hitting his head on the underside of the desk. Looked around panicking with tears trickling down his face and started yelling “THEIR COMING TO GET ME! DON’T LET THEM TAKE ME AGAIN!” Noticing his sister standing next to him he grabbed her led and sobbingly mumbled “The men in white are coming to get me.”

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Over all Bruno was disappointed in the competition at the fight club that night. He had fought a few more rounds with some of the regulars finding no real competition with any opponent. The only real up side to the night was he managed to make two grand. He figured he would just sit at the bar and have a few drinks while he watched a few more fights. He glanced up at the TV above the bar and noticed that they were still talking about the incident at the school. All he could think was that it wouldn’t end well.

Delaney sighed as her brother latched onto her leg, lamprey-like in his desperation. But with the fondness only a big sister could have for a man as thuroughly nuts as Cael, Delany ruffled his hair.

"Come on now, Cael...You know that if anyone tries to take you from me, I'll make their hearts explode in fear." she chided, and pried him off. "Now. I want you to go to your room, and stay there, please. There's trouble on the streets tonight...trouble I don't want you caught in." she smiled, and gave him a little push towards the door.

Daniel let out a sigh as he looked to his silent bodyguard... oh short help was better than no help at all "You know... i'm getting really bored just sitting around here. You know anybody that can heal up these bullet holes so we can go out and find something more amusing to do?"