Snippet #1787169

Kyle sat back, partially slouching in his chair then watched and learned from everything that was happening around him. He didn’t care much for the others in the room; he never got close to anyone since no one had ever gotten close to him. The cold that fallowed him around like a dog on leash seemed to always push people away, he was used to that and accepted it.

He noted that one of the women, by her accent, was Italian, along with the old man. Kyle smirked after the man, who called himself Renzo, made the agent hand over his official jacket, he thought it was great that someone showed that these men had no control over who they had brought here.

Kyle watched the next man who spoke up, and called himself Mr. Walker. He was dressed very formally and by the way he spoke he knew that he was better than them and wanted to rub it in their noses. He rolled his eyes at the comment that Mr. Wlalker would have them all jump to their deaths. If anything he would jump then catch himself with ice before he hit anything.

He almost didn’t notice the files that Mr. Walker had in his hands before everyone started grabbing and trying to keep their lives from being known from the rest. He crossed his arms over his chest and just watched, he didn’t care if people knew about him, he hadn’t done much wrong but steal here and there to get by but he doubted any of that would be in the file. He had lived a boring life of moving from place to place, there was nothing he needed to hide from the others, whatever they wanted to know about Kyle they would have to find their own answers since he didn’t usually talk to anyone about himself.

But through all this he figured out more about the others, without having to look at any of the files. He thought it was a little odd that the kid that was here was obviously more mature than he looked; the provocatively dressed woman had come from the hells and didn’t seem to particularly like any of them since all of their abilities had come naturally and she had to work and learn to control hers. He frowned a little at that. Yes his abilities had come on their own, but it hadn’t been like he all of a sudden knew how to use his new found power. It took him years to be able to not freeze everything he touched, or frost over a room and turn the people inside to popsicles with his temper. Kyle had worked hard also and he was sure that he hadn’t fully learned the entirety of his potential with ice.

He focused his ice blue eyes on the boy who was speaking, probably sending a chill down his spine. He was talking about giving them superhero names. In all honesty Kyle found it stupid; he didn’t want this to be some stereotypical hero squad or something. By all the bickering and discord going on, he doubted it would be anything close. Why the group was filled with so many different kinds of people and those who didn’t seem to be able to get along with every single person in the room, would never know.

He looked up at the dull ceiling for a few minutes, just listening to all the voices swarming around in the room. He could tell that some where making friends, others were finding enemies to make. It was almost habit for him now to avoid almost all people; he found it best to not make friends. Friends come with enemies and he wouldn’t want to take the risk of making any one of these other gifted peoples his enemy. He knew his own power was deadly so he figured that if others had more powerful abilities and knew how to control them, he would rather avoid being on that persons bad side.